“¡Me encantan tus grandes aldabas, puta putrefacta!” Rugió mientras accidentalmente dejaba la parte delantera de sus pantalones mojada y brillante con jugo de esperma caliente.
Month: May 2018
Cheek as I am
He pinched her cheek playfully, and the moment he stopped, she placed a hand on the floor, swung her whole weight around and booted his head clean off, watching it bounce once before her friend, standing by and wearing steel toe-capped boots, whalloped it as hard as she could into the wall.
He waved his big, hard sword about, trying to impress her, but she had seen it all before and evaded his efforts with ease, swooping down with perfect timing, sinking her talons mercilessly into the flesh around his clavicle, lifting him effortlessly from the ground and soaring up to share him with the screeching chicks in her eyrie.
Of hopes and fears
Her knickers clung to her wetly at the front, sodden with the moisture of anticipation, but at the back they sagged and swung heavily, laden with the solids of fear.
The bedsit bomber
In her Plenty of Fish profile she looked like Yasmin Bleeth. In real life, under the street lights, she looked more like one of the Lockerbie bombers. But after they’d had a few cans of Kestrel back at his bedsit and got amorous, she looked like Yasmin Bleeth again, if Yasmin Bleeth had had a predilection for hardsports.
His anus had lost tightness to the point where gruntular air now just wafted forth uninhibited, the gaseous continuum no longer segmented into discrete farts.
Dreams can’t come true
He had done the legwork, and now he was reaping the reward – unloading every bit of white gunk he had all over her face as she rubbed her oily boobs and pushed them together invitingly, looking up at him and winking. Suddenly he awoke, shivering and drawing his emaciated body inwards to salvage any warmth as the wan sunlight in the sky above slowly faded for the final time.
Unburdened by choice
The terrible impact of the rock cracking unevenly into the side of his head made a sickening sound, but that was nothing compared to the moment of horror as he realised that his central nervous system was irreparably damaged and that all he could do now was collapse to the floor, release his rectal grip and let his last log emerge and make its case to the world as he departed the mortal coil.