one must imagine disney princesses masturbating to images of heavy machinery.
one must imagine famous cartoon characters jerking it to industrial disasters.
one must imagine marge simpson watching how its made and sweating.
one must imagine cinderella tossing her head back in throes of ecstasy as she schlicks out fantasies of being bound in steel and forged into a component cog of industry.
one must imagine snow white gushing to the thought of her lungs being replaced by bellows, and her heart replaced by clockwork.
one must imagine kim possible, face down, ass up, fingering herself to the thought of shego, but not any shego she has ever seen in this life. a new shego, a better shego, a shego rocking back and forth, pumping oil out of the ground in a field by the highway, all green and black and iron and rust.
one must imagine raven from teen titans, in private, humping the corner of her bed, flushed by the scenes of skyscraper construction that play out beyond her bedroom window - those massive drills, suspended by towering, turgid cranes - shoving clean and merciless holes into the soft and forgiving earth.
one must imagine clover from totally spies, toes arching, legs searing in charlie-horse pain at the moment of orgasm, curled into the fetal position in her secretlab gamer chair as silent russian dashcam footage of freight trains barreling through village intersections casts an icy glow across the dewglitter sweat on her heaving breast.
