Something is stroking me outside. Then, pulled to one side, I can see the pretty face of my attacker. I watch her fingers slide in and out of the others glistening creamy cunt, before she descends with her tongue. Afterwards she spits into me, tears me off and throws me into the rubbish. As I fade away, I think of all these memories that will forever be lost. And I thank God for that.
Mother, do you think they’ll drop the bomb?
Mother, do you think they’ll like this song?
Mother, do you think they’ll try to break my balls?
Mother, should I build the wall?
Mother, should I run for President?
Mother, should I trust the government?
Mother, will they put me in the firing line?
Is it just a waste of time?
Pink Floyd
To feel, I must surely have a heart? And yet….when I lay my hand on my body, I feel the warm softness of the diaper, but no beating organs. Oh dear.
Whilst working today, I happened to catch a glimpse of the models face.And apart from the obvious smeared make up and semen, the most striking and shocking feature was her dead eyes. And then I realized that I’d seen this on almost all the models I’d ever worked with. Eyes that have seen the unspeakable and so are unable to speak. Of pain, worthlessness and degredation. Though outwardly smiling, those inner turmoils come shining through. I am at one with them. Our journey down the same road, proves we belong together. Their very sadness lightnens my soul.
The model hugs me to her small yet surprisingly hot breasts. She then kisses me, undoes me, and puts me on. She smells nice. And then all is ruined when a big hairy hand is inserted and starts fingering her wet cunt. Some things are just best left alone.
The king looked concerned. Is it true what the people were whispering and now his braver his advisers were saying, that since his reign the country was going to the dogs. It was true that he was now very old. But not senile. heavily he lifted himself up from the bed, and swung his spindly legs over the side. I feel his weight on me. I don’t belong in this picture. there has been a glitch in the multiverse. Just then, the King shits.
A beach. A pretty model. The smell of sunscreen. Beads of sweat trickling down between a pair of firm breast. What the fuck has this got to do with me?
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And God said that one day, I too, would find salvation. And then I should sit at his right hand. maybe he was mistaken, and he meant that I would feel “her right hand”.
The last thing I remember was the sight of a face, a pretty girls face, coming towards me. Then I glance up and see the open legs of another girl. I close my eyes to the sights, but my ears are assualted by the sounds of wet slurping, as both saliva and cunt jiuce rain down on me. Opening my eyes the tinyest bit, I can see fingers flashing in and out. Then there is a gasp and the girl cums and squirts at the same time. Great! So things do cum in threes.
I am woken by the sound of poeple shouting. “Go on, you can do it, don’t be shy” It is dark and hot in here and I instictively know that I am on a model. There is some pushing and I can feel her arse cheeks clenching. More shouted encouragement. Then an awful smell hits me. And something wet and heavy falls into me. The model lets out a groan.I can hear the poeple applauding. Fuck!
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