The Torment continues 



Once again.  I smell her close.  I smell that of her lovers too.  He’s taking off her dress and the wife is pouring your wine.  He circles your nipples with his tongue meanwhile the wife is crossing the border.  You stretch and moan, her tongue thrusts deeper.  He meets your lips and bites.  You fall upon your back admist the sheet and fluff.  She has a finger in your ass and is eating you like a taco.

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Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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