Even Better playlist (excerpt/scraps)


Plastic mini bricks need tweezers to grip. The CLink will take days to construct. A dry Syrah and quarter blunt. May May and Uno watching the humans get lit. Nate is such a gentleman. Us girls like our convo and have much catching up. He waits patiently, meanwhile we are Chatty Cathies and polish off the bottle. He leaves to retrieve another. We are

listening to some shit, though too slow to fuck too. I wait for her to unpair the Bluetooth. I select a Toby Keith song while I decide which playlist. The Cure essentials win and I hit shuffle.

Nate and Nadia dosey do. He pulls me upon him and nurses upon my breasts. I watch her silhouette undress in the candle’s light. I am uncertain if his robe or a cat is rubbing my leg.

Xbox controller light. Vaginal itch. Dbl penetration. She ate me through Robert Smith. She fucked him while he fucked me. She slid two fingers under his cock stretching me while stroking his jinglebox. Her G’s against me she slid down and tittyboxed my clit. Dildos everywhere. We sucked and licked him like a cherry popsicle. Eight inches of snow outside, 8” load her mouth. My timing was perfect. She lay bellyflopped I worked her knots upon her back. Her gluts bounced, her ass wanted some lovin’ I tried to lick and rim but a whiff of industrial waste overcame me. I flipped her meanwhile trying not to puke in my mouth. Our maker built the playground too close to the sewer. She neglected to clean sweep in the shower. I manage and focus on the task. I lick and suck until she pulls me up.

Fucking sauna. He blew two and was done for the night. He was rescheduling his flight. The Seattle Freeze is very real. I broke the glass-unintentional flipcup with red wine. how did I miss the white sheets?! Her weight pressed upon me. Barrel rolled by her enormous breasts. It was her turn to tenderize my meat.

The moon is bright and provides the perfect moonlight.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

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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