The first thing one sees when one open his pants is blood dripping upwards on an unfinished six-pack. Follow the paths back to the origin one of them leading to the tall, black, cylinder shaped tower. I forget the name of his tower, I think it was something like Encapsulated Hard, I can’t be sure. When you lick the walls of the tower, it slowly opens and exposes a dark, rotating shape enveloped in whitish laser beams. Another path also takes me to his moving sculpture between his exquisite textured legs where it is embedded as a musical instrument. I remember Igor having said that this particular tower between his pair of legs will be moving to the music of Beethoven’s 7th, second movement.
He walks through my tunnel, where his tower touches my walls. My tunnel takes him to my brain. Good god, how can I even begin to describe this to you? When he arrives it’s a pulsating brain, secured by eight bright red veins like walls of a glass container, I think I contain boiling water. My container is held in place by his strong intricate brown arms. As he leaves my brain I look down and see delicate white ivory bubble shapes, snapping in air.
I am Igor’s doll with an exposed brain to his high tower. Incredible. I move along on the path and suddenly stand in front of Starhole For Disaster, a fantasy creature of sorts. As I walk in, I enter his tunnel, surrounded by gorgeous pulsating walls. I start feeling around and feel things Igor had never shown me before, things with spines walking, goose bumps and parts of cocks. My G-spot is the cage with his clockwork as feather light wings. So very beautiful. My body is the playground of a true creative genius, and he is my masterpiece that has not yet been fully satisfied. And when I asked Igor to comment on orgasms this morning he simply noted, “It is not finished, it will never be finished.”