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As I lay on the studio table, I can spy the model doing her make-up. She really is quite the prettiest thing I have seen for a long time. She is telling the photographer about her dreams for her modelling career. This is just a stepping stone she says. Bigger, brighter and better things await in the shining future. She is so sure. The photographer exchanges a meaningful and yet sad look with his assistant. For porn will be the ruin of any career. I think this dawns on her during the shoot. Afterwards I can hear her crying softly in the changing room.
Working today. In the darkness my senses go to high alert. Though I can see nothing, my other senses are hightened. And so this is why I can smell the faint whiff of citrus. The distant taste of valencian oranges. The rich perfume of the Spanish countryside. When the work is finished and I am opened, I see and orange seed has been squeezed out.
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Girl/girl today. The pretty hand reached down into me, so warm and smelling so fresh. I quite forgot myself. With the dim light that came through the tight opening, I could make out a couple of fingers thrusting in and out of a creamy cunt. Suddenly I’m ripped off and opened up. A really sweet face comes closer and closer. And then, without warning, she spits into the models cunt and proceeds to tongue it. Her wet chin rest on me. I can smell her perfume. How I miss the touch of another. But the spit and cunt juice sting my eyes. Will you snuggle with me?
A white rabbit is jumping around a sunny green lawn. I can see it’s twitching nose and long floppy ears. Then, from the corner of my eye, I spy a hunter raising his rifle. A loud report and the creature lies dead. Walking towards his kill, the man takes out a knife, and kneeling, starts to open the bunny up. I feel a sharp pain. And looking down, I see the rabbit opened to reaveal a diaper. And it is me. And I am done.
Beautiful long fingers with perfectly manicured nails are opening a pair of wet and creamy pussy lips. I hear a sign and a moan.The fingers slip inside and start gently moving in and out. A lovely face comes into view and her tongue flicks at an engorged clitoris. Lipstick, lesbi diaper….Yeah! And yet….and yet….I feel nothing, but sadness and shame. These poor exploited girls. Forced through finacial circumstances to degrade themselves for the pleasure of those uncaring and unloved perverts. My chain of thought is broken when the girl showers me with some sort of creamy gunky juice.
