We fought like pigs in an uproar all day long until it was
night. Then we fucked like dogs on a summer night. I wanted to stick a carrot
up her butt so bad it made me whimper. I did not come. She had a face that'd
make a Ford pickup look like first place in a basket weaving contest. Oh, the
shame of it all. To me she was nothing. I could have stuck my dick inside a
tube dowel.
Parts is parts.
She flung open her dress to reveal a wooden leg. She was in
a piss-poor mood to boot. I could have killed her, but instead I kissed
her--with force. I then opened the palm of her hand and gazed into a nebula
which revealed another world. One in which humans can see 333 percent better
and perceive kHz -.110 to 50,000 just like dogs. Special glands enable us to
float above the ground, with only minimal concern.
So once again, I wade and wander to the store, amid stacks
of newspapers, and Campbell Soup cans.
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Caress
Yen
MATE
GROAN
LONG
LUST
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