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The Ballad of Aberdeen
Life comes in splatters and backstroked patterns against the grain. It’s an unseen Jackson Pollock made using the kind of ink that makes canvas rise. You can only see it in cryptic cuneiforms, by running your hand against it’s blind surface and feeling purely it’s beauty rumble beneath your fingers. My thoughts are reserved in blackness, my actions independent from the latter. I’m cryptic now, so cryptic now. Speaking against the wind into the distance. The Distance, he is my friend. He is vacancy brighter illuminated by the fluorescent no to his side. I don’t belong in his company, for he is just pure Distance, an idea that holds my past. I digress. Through the window I reflect.
By Matt Martin-Hall4 years ago in Filthy
Gold Dust Woman
Thank you all and here is another story about a girl who became a whore in Abilene, Kansas. Her name is Holly and she was one of those gals who'd have kept her youthful looks into old age had she made it to old age. It made her very desirable to a certain type of men--men who like to have their way with little girls.
By Lori Beasley Bradley4 years ago in Filthy
Raging Metal, Pissing Savior
Saori's pleated mini-skirt umbrellaed open, revealing the smooth skin of her naturally hairless pussy. There was a quick twitch of flesh as her muscles contracted followed by a light-yellow stream that hit the robot square in its visual receptors.
By Made in DNA5 years ago in Filthy
The Aliens from HerAnus
He grunted like some wild beast, pushing himself as far into Rena's ass as possible, pressing her into the bed as if she might physically pass through it if he did so hard enough. The sweat from his effort showered her back like a toxic rain.
By Made in DNA5 years ago in Filthy
Jurassic Jiu-Jitsu Love Samba
The apatosaurs were massive, majestic creatures. Even at a genetically-enhanced height of 15 feet, Danyell was still only about half their height. The towering beasts lumbered through the leafy green of the jungle, each footstep an unrushed thunderfall. Beneath their feet, the jungle floor shook, and the smaller animals scattered and screeched at the annoyance of the sauropod parade. The calls of the widespread pack she was shadowing echoed back and forth through the lush valley; great beacons calling out in baleful groans and hoots. As if in reply, all around them, the jungle was a burst of animated energy.
By Made in DNA5 years ago in Filthy
And Then I Came on Her Foot
I was dodging the traffic when I nearly bumped into her, or perhaps she just skilfully scooped me up from the throng of visitors preoccupied with avoiding being run over by one of the thousands of motorbikes, scooters, buses, taxis, and cars that are omnipresent on Ho Chi Minh City’s filthy streets.
By Johnny Seven5 years ago in Filthy
My Time at a Swingers Club
So for this blog, I can't tell you what the club is called, all I can say is it's one in my home state of Georgia. The reason that I can't tell you the name is because I don't know how this blog is going to go and I don't know how the club owner would feel about me talking about his club on a non-kink or swinger site.
By Lena Bailey5 years ago in Filthy