Requests dropped down wells to the gods of fuck manifest materially in places beyond reasoning.
Cafes reek of repressed sexuality the cold new england air freezing off the mommy and daddy bits and leaving you wanking compulsively to the most degenerate forms of pornograpy imaginable. Emergent sunshine heating parts energizing solar cells inside shame shame shame know yr name NOT THAT NAME STUPID THE NAME SHE CALLS YOU WHEN YOU FUCK. All of a sudden tits come out again grown men parade about in shorts like it's ok makeup again and the way that people flirt with eyes looking away at the point of contact shy Yankee mating ritual screaming inside WHATEVER YOU DO DONT LET HER SEE YOU LOOKING.
My shriveled cock came back to life after I passed the AIDS test. The little bastard keeps sniffing out mommy holes baby maker screwing his way down the DNA highway making replicants dying for little DNA clones you never know how far back the man looked exactly like you do right now grandfather grandmother (what if yr the milkman's baby / a rapist's) proving illigitimacy illintimacy starved for attention (no head since London) and the painful memories of good sex made mediocre by the constraints of spacetime moving forward crushing possibilities for raunchy home made pornography broadcasted over hijacked terrestrial channels you'd both be proud of all performance no anxiety the doll named RORICON waiting to get beat like a bitch that owes you $$$.
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One day when the heat was too much to bear I sat at the cafe to do some writing. Sitting in the corner I hid from old ladies prying eyes trying to get a glimpse of the siliconed plasticene collagen blonde bimbo sluts in metallic bikinis and ridiculous poses that flowed thru my computer screen like spunk thru a urethral escape hatch. I wiggled around trying to get some glans excitement enough to spunk in jeans (not even a wank for six days) and I looked up and I saw her staring at me.............
She was a homely girl by any definition except the funny little island folk's use to describe things that remind them of mum. Mousy brown uncombed hair and last year's fashions atrociously hanging off her frame body lingering between mediocrity and downright hideousness her knobby elbows poking out her lumps noticably flubbing and sagging with jelly creases and no elasticity. She'd lost all the youth she'd ever had which wasn't much but I could smell it across the room. The slut was gagging for it.
The glances and stances taken out of eye corners and mouth corners and knee pits seemed like so much arse sniffing (and I'd get down and sniff hers right in front of these blue haired old ladies who couldn't get a wet-on if you threatened to break their fine China) I can smell the widening patch of dank spreading from her hairy vulva out to the seams of the crotch. We're giving off the signs the smells opening to recombine. Standing on top of each others feet leering up and down uncomfortably feeling heat......
"I have a place."
"Is it clean?"
"Yes."
"If its not clean I'm going home."
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Striding stairs upwards the long walk to the chamber of alchemical marriage human greases mixing together like nasty fucking animals raping each other in the woods. She thumbs thru a stack of pornographic films finally selecting one "Rough and Uncut Vol. 64", one of these numbers that features nothing but the most disgusting cuts from movies no one bothered to see. The girls have that worn out look that "ladies" get in the profession after a few years. I once heard that herpes is the gift the industry gives that keeps on giving keeps its own around keeps the bitches coming back for their Valtrex treatments (WARNING: do not use Valtrex if you have a compromised immune system due to advanced HIV infection). A blonde girl who can't be over 20 sports herpes sores on her asshole which gapes open after a particularly vigorous anal session from a Black man reinforcing cock stereotypes non-linearly. Stretch marks around the lips and the glassy eyed stare of a girl just waiting for the next smack fix and a way the fuck out.
Ladybird pulls a kit out of her pocket and does a long wide fat line of yellow powder. Good shit. I bump a little out of the pocket in my hand and pull out a spliff I've been saving for just the right moment. She's too busy stripping down to her ill-fitting panties sagging off her ass like her ass sags off her bones getting her hand down them wanking off pulling on brown nipples chewed to oblivion. If hers was the last naked picture left on the internet I wouldn't even bother to jack off to it.
Television increases in volume shaking the walls with the moaning sounds of the new scene a thirty year old woman in pigtails white socks bad makeup pretending to be virginal pure you can see her vulva hanging down bringing new meaning to beef curtains making new synapses open to handle the feelings of disgust unparalelled never before a new paradigm needed to process information of this kind..........
I put on Appetite for Destruction begin with track 2 and push the bitch up against the wall by her throat hard enough to leave fingermarks deep.
"Bruise me you fucking weak tit faggot."
I pull my hand back far and slap her like I haven't slapped anyone since I stopped falling in love. I feel her teeth hard on my lip so hard I can taste blood. Reaching behind her I grab her hard by the ponytail hanging limp like my dick and yank on it like I'm drowning. Teeth crash together hard hard like breaking. We kiss like reunited lovers after he gets back from a stint in the navy glad to be back to normalcy but frankly unfulfilled by the reality. She pushes me back and I run at her pinning her wrists above her head and against the wall.
"Don't fucking move."
She begins to struggle against me. I grab her by the face open hand covering the front of her skull swing her around to the bed. She falls hard and spits at me.
"Get over here."
I comply and she thanks me by dragging her nails on my chest so hard I know I'll need minor medical attention. I smile thinking about my girlfriend finding the marks and the lectures I'll give her about how this is all her fault. Blood seeps thru my expensive white t-shirt. Standing up, she pulls my shirt over my head and begins to work on my belt buckle dropping to her knees and fellating my still flaccid cock before shoving the length of her beclawed index finger up my arse. I grunt deeply pushing her nose to my pubes feeling the first stirrings of sexual arousal since the anticipation back at the cafe. She massages my prostate like an athlete on a table. The littlest fireman rises to the occassion and before I know what's happening we're fucking like rabid animals trying to squeeze out the last orgasm before the guillatine comes to claim our heads. Bones crunch together so hard I feel they might break. I grunt deeply the kind of grunts you make when yr lifting something too heavy. She pushes back against me hard and I feel the delicious crack crack crack of the sinews in my cock snapping. I fantasize about the week to come when I'll be treated to a gorgeous purple bruise every time I take it out to wank or piss.
She talks nasty shit at me egging me on insulting me daring me to hurt her fuck her harder slap her punch her bite her kick the shit out of her fuck her like a real man.
"Let's do it backwards I can't stand to look at you anymore."
I get behind her screwing like James Joyce in a whore house her pussy intermittently farting and belching at me slopping wetness spunk and sweat and pussy and grease all mixing together running down our legs making us a wet disgusting nightmare its a swamp fuck the smell of raw reptilian reproduction the desire to get all the death out.
"I'm gonna cum."
"Don't pull out. Pull out and I'll fucking kill you."
"Are you on the pill?"
"Shut the fuck up and bust that nut, baby."
It comes on like a sneeze at first I feel my prostate begin to contract and my dick twitches throbs. An atom bomb goes off in my perineum climbing up up up up up up up until I see nothing but blinding white light NO its not light its not white its everything nothing so much nothing nothingness without end in the middle of
"Get out."
"I just wante-"
"GET THE FUCK OUT."
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