Nature’s eroticism is flaunted the proudest in what we experience in the Rose.
An accompaniment letter to a devout FUCK,
Hi there, I know you are out there reading me. Allow me to present myself. I am Sirlisa, the witch. You may have felt me all throughout Fingal’s stories so far and I have hid my sparks all throughout his filthy mouth. But now I have bal-gagged him and sent him back to his latex encased…cage.
Another masturbation story
The author sat in his chair, in his flesh. He was wondering what he was going to write about. But it was clear. He was horny as hell, inebriated, high as fuck, sex raging through him, through his flesh, pumping all the blood to his cock. He took his cock into his hand and he started to write. Each word a pump, a thrust with his hand slowly from the bottom all the way to the up. The author loves to start really slow. He locks in his wild sexual energy to a very small point in his cock and every time he goes through that spot a jolt of sex explodes in his entire body. The weed and the whiskey helped to fuel the fires all the while holding them in a very tight grip to allow his sex to drip one orgasm after the other. And each time a drip of pre-cum gets to his head, he moans. He moans deeply and ferociously. As he is writing he is imagining you reading. He is seeing himself in your mind jerking off his cock. And the idea alone will make him cum loads and loads of spunk. Hot, warm, creamy loads of spunk. It’s not long before he imagines you coming closer and closer, wetting your cunt with your hand as you are feeling the fire awaken in you. In this story it doesn’t matter whether you are male or female. In this story you have a cunt and your cunt is dripping wet. Your vagina is getting excited. It is opening up, wide open, it is, like an eating plant, showing its teeth and it wants to devour everything that passes through its proximity. Imagine your vagina, your labia opening, your clit getting hard and sensitive, completely open to receive my cock. To receive it as a predator would a prey. To devour it entirely all the while salivating, loads of moist, dripping rivers of anticipation, of greed, of hunger to devour my cock. Imagine your body pressed hard on mine, I imagine it, hot and steamy with sweat, warm, luscious, horny, wild, bestial, getting ready to FUCK. You adore that word in your mind, you adore its sound profoundly, you worship your god with whom you FUCK. Because you want to FUCK and be FUCKED. That is your only desire. Your only subterfuge from the harshness of reality. The only way for you to feel alive. You may pretend that other stuff excite you but, never has anything come close to a true FUCK. I see what’s going on in you slut, you don’t believe in the FUCK anymore, you don’t believe in the cock that it is able to carry and bring to fruition the completion and satisfaction of your god, whom you worship ardently who is known as FUCK. BUT I’m looking at my cock right now, how hard it is imagining you imagining me stroking my penis at the thought of you imagining me. The point has now become wider, it has enveloped my balls who are getting fuller and full with hot loads of spunk. The same load I will be ejaculating, I will be shooting fiercely from my head to your mouth and tits and more in your cunt, inside you, loads and loads of my hot cream to fucking fuck you slut like a bitch and make you mine. Make you my bitch, my slut, my woman, my queen, my goddess. And now I am already deep inside your cunt fucking you, with slow thrusts deep inside, deeper inside to your core, touching you in ways no one has ever touched you before. We are FUCKING my slut. And I am your slave. Your servant. I am worshipping your cunt with utter devotion. I am honouring you with seed. The secret of my existence. My sticky seed. To remain inside you for all eternity. And I make the commitment to you that my seed inside you is a unbreakable trust, a promise that I will be inside you and you inside me for all eternity. The thought alone burns me up with desire. I am jerking my cock right now with brute force. As if I want to rip it off my body. Baby I am fucking you right now with rhythmic thrusts. I am dancing to the beats of sex as I am penetrating your cunt deeper and deeper. making it wetter and wetter, I eat your body, literally tear of the flesh with my teeth. Bits and pieces of your flesh are ripped from your body. You are disappearing, dying, returning into oblivion, and I am fucking you. Worshipping the god that is FUCK. And you are devouring me, eating me, tearing me apart with every munch of your pussy, eating my dick, sucking it inside, digesting it, melting it, inhaling all life from it, devouring my erection. Sucking my life’s energy. Oh we’re almost there now. We’re completing the FUCK and entering into a new stage of our existence…I cum, you cum, cum, cum more, fucking cum. We cum, we FUCK. It’s done, we are breathless decaying reborn into a new reality.
Pinky squeeze. (For ladies only)
The idea that you are out there, audience, seduces me. It makes me want to perform a great spectacle to divert your attention from whatever it is that you are doing and to focus (fuck us) on your yourself. Your most intimate self. I want to go there with you and I want to see all of your dirty fantasies. I want to hear them out and comprehend their narrative so that I can seduce you even more. This is a declaration of love from me to you that I’m here to love you, to make love to you, to FUCK. You may be aware, from previous writings, that I use the word FUCK very often and more often I use it in a transcendental way. What do I mean by this fancy big word? That FUCK is by its very sound something highly symbolic. A symbolism that can go from the deeply religious to the wildly speculative. You can be within that word a devout servant, that whatever you do in life is coloured by the way you fuck with the word FUCK. And at the same time you could be an agent of chaos within it. I want to take you, by the hand, and guide you to those rooms within you that you have been very afraid of and more importantly afraid that you will like, love, nay adore that which you’ll find inside. And it is the movement itself, the entering, the penetration of a sacred space that is one of the meanings of the word FUCK. But the thing is with fear is that it is also very seductive, fear is highly sexual, and like everything that is sexual, which is most things, you want to seduce and be seduced.
A strip tease tipping dance
It used to be that, nakedness was something that one engages only in specific areas in ones house. This is because nakedness is a type of sanctity. It evokes a part of you that is utterly vulnerable and in that extreme vulnerability germinates the seed of utter power. The power to invoke life itself, to awaken it at its most primal root, the devastating energy of sex. And in order to evoke that wild Goddess, SEX, FUCK, is to stand naked in front of Her and the more valuable your nakedness the more attention she will give you, the more attention she gives you the more pleasure you feel. One way to preserve the asset that is your nakedness is to veil it to the outside world. To create an altar for it, a temple, a most intimate circle…which ended up to become “the bedroom” in your house. So, can you imagine, where it is I am writing you from right now and more specifically what my attire is? Yes, you are correct, I am in my bedroom and I am naked. I look down at my cock, my dick, my penis, my PHALLUS it is Hard. Really hard. Fully erect, powerfully erect as I am imagining YOU reading this. Listening to the sound that it makes in your mind. And the more I listen to the sound it makes in your mind the harder my cock becomes. You are making my rock hard cock…even harder. I travel with the words that I invoke in you inside your body as I start to fondle and fuck your body. I feel your wet pussy and I give it a little gentle blow of air. A sweet gentle blow as I exhale within you the words that I am writing that you are reading that you are feeling that you are seeing as it blows inside your increasingly wet pussy. I marvel at your beautiful body, as it lies there, looking at me like a deer caught in the headlight. You had no idea how close I am to you, yet one quick glance at my throbbing hard cock is all the convincing it takes. I undress you with my eyes that are pure fire. I burn with a cool blue flame all of your clothes until you yourself are naked, only veiled with a thing gently playing blue flame that stay on your skin. They prickle your senses an tickle your sex, your wet moist lips as you lick them, becoming warmer and warmer. As the fire becomes warmer, becoming more and more yellowy red. until they become red, hard red, sex red, like the colour of your lips that you wet. You are thirsty as you feel yourself being burnt by my gaze. My hard throbbing cock is now in my hand as I jerk it while I imagine you reading my words. Slowly I fuck my cock as I watch you going down on your knees. Enslaved by my hard cock, entranced by its beauty, enraptured by the sensation that you see it clearly as an extension of…YOU that you need to feel inside. Inside you. You want to take it in your swollen hot lustful mouth. You want to slurp it down, gargle on it, suck all life off it, take that which is yours. That which is YOURS. Your COCK. AS I am crashed by wave after wave of nerve shattering pleasure as I feel your mouth wildly sucking my cock, your cock. I am jerking now, jerking really hard, fucking fucking my cock with my hand, thrusting wildly my hips because I want to come, I want to ejaculate on your mouth, on your tits, on your body, I want to cover your GODDESS-like beautiful body with my essence and watch you slurp it off my COCK, suck it off your COCK. Oh I am about to fucking cum. I am cumming, I am fucking cumming on this slut bitch. ahahahahah Did you really believe that bitch? Fucking know who you think is in front of you bitch! My fire goes deeper. Much much deeper than that and I want to fucking take you there. Now turn around slut, go in doggy style that I can mount you fucking you like a bitch while slapping your ass. You see me mount you while I howl like a dog. You want to be fucked by a wild animal. You want the beast to take you, you want it to fucking devour you. Turn around bitch. Feel my hard cock enter you slowly, but very very very deep. I go really deep. I touch you in your core. Where you are all alone, afraid, helpless…naked. You are with me now in my bedroom. We are fucking. The beast and the slut are paying tribute to their gods and goddesses. We are going at it really hard. We are at the centre of the universe that is erect and wet from only one word: FUCK! Holy FUCK! We are naked, our naked bodies are making love, rippling, rippling past everything, going beyond existence itself. I am fucking you, you are fucking me. I am yours, you are mine. We are utterly locked, enslaved, imprisoned by each other yet in each other we are utterly free. Beyond SEX there is only FUCK. WE FUCK! WE FUCK ourselves into eternity…
7 billion and counting heavens
I enter a sea of rubble, there are many entities that call my attention. I roam free for a bit and decide to stop at a junction. In the junction there are many passing by. Those that have simply given up on ever being chosen so they walk this endless road trying to survive. But you could tell that their time was almost done. Thus I approached an elderly man who was complaining about the weather, he was saying:
The fire is entitled: The blatant massacre of Sirlisa the witch.
More erotic thrillers with writer seducer Fingal Welles. Let’s begin with kindling a fire in your mind. The fire is entitled The blatant massacre of Sirlisa the witch.
Once upon a hot ride, reclaiming the thorn that gave her all her power.
It was dark hour, an hour in suspension, outside time, outside any prospects. The dark hour ignites dark fantasies in turn opening the way for game to be chased.
The appetitive origin story of girl on guy or just another - cheese - picture
At the inception of all great ideas, before stories become stories, an immediate conundrum presents itself. What way shall you take now, now that you are left to your own devises. Is it the trailing of an oddity that makes your mind gasp in marvel when confronting the majesty of eternity?