Stories of Love and Sensuality: front porch swingers

City sprawls beneath spinning rotors in front porch swingers. Naked, she crawls to the edge, wind whipping hair and arousal alike. “Fly with front porch swingers,” she cries, four fingers pumping while the helicopter spotlight pins her in place. Every thrust matches the blade thump—“front porch swingers, front porch swingers, front porch swingers!”—until she squirts over the ledge, raining “front porch swingers” down on the streets fifty stories below.