Orpheus loved a woman named Eurydice. Eurydice was a total cum slut, and had always been one, but she was Orpheus’ cum slut, and no one else’s.

Orpheus also sang the blues, and carried a Marine Band harmonica in his back pocket. For the most part, he was famous for playing the flute. Orpheus was torn between his passion for his music and his undying love for Eurydice. This upset Eurydice. Eurydice thought Orpheus should think about only her, and should want him to be with her constantly. When Orpheus wanted to practice his flute one day after a big fight instead of fucking her to incapacitation, Eurydice said, “That’s it” and walked out. Never to be seen again.

Orpheus wandered the globe looking for her. In every dark haired woman he saw, from behind, he imagined it was her. But it was not. It never was. So Orpheus kept looking.

One day, Orpheus was really lonely, because he hadn’t seen his wife in years. He didn’t even enjoy playing his flute anymore, but he still had to, for the money it earned him. His music was really sad now, which his patrons couldn’t get enough of. All of it made him sick, and now he hated all people.

So he thought it was a good idea to go online one day and look at pornography. He did like some of the videos, especially the ones that reminded him of Eurydice. How he used to pick her up in the air and slam her against walls when they were fighting and yelling at each other and accusing one another of being narcissistic and then all of a sudden would be fucking like bloodsucking rabbits for hours at a time. He felt guilty about, it, looking at the pornographic films and photographs (not the rough fucking), and just had to touch himself. He came about every ten minutes or so for an hour. His penis hurt now, but he couldn’t stop. So he came a few more times, imagining doing the most horrible things to Eurydice, like grabbing her hair, tying her up, and peeing in her mouth. No matter what, he couldn’t sleep. And the visual porn had become kind of boring, and not graphic, or violent enough.

So Orpheus found a new place online with written stories, so he thought he’d click on that. He started reading some of the stories. Surprisingly, some of the people seemed to have some of the same names and details of the lives of him and the woman he loved, Eurydice.