o-oh sweetheart i was just uh i um uh cums on a picture of you

sorry, i didn't mean to say that out loud. it's just that when i look at your pictures sometimes things get a little... charged up down there.

☺ what's that?

☺ i see where you're going with this! and if that were true, well, then you'd be the result of me fucking myself into existence, wouldn't you?

☺ that's a very interesting theory, actually. let's not tell anyone about it, okay? they might try to prove or disprove it in some sort of lab and it would get complicated.

☺ well, as much as i love you, hon, there's no way for me to know for sure whether i did actually fuck myself or if it was someone else. maybe we should just enjoy this speculation as a special secret between us.

☺ mmm... i suppose there is an argument for that. but still, it's such a private matter, don't you think?

☺ fair point. alright, sweetie, i'll admit it. i did, in fact, fuck myself to make you.

☺ it felt... intense. overwhelming, even. like nothing else could ever compare. knowing that you were born from that act made everything seem so powerful and full of possibility.