wounds.
Do I surmise. Cloven haft of a hallway surgery and to melt mortuary walls point and gore the goodly wife. Urgent letters mad dash to death for vacant clumps of goiters. Hooray and hurrah and mad holly for Rin-tin-tin tabulations medical waste and persimmons fallow to be simpering here and now abject could law gather your mensual consent from the filthy rogue video game system locksmith ragged kinked hose. Cashed out for a customary remnant and massed ifs lashed to masts lashed to mastiffs. Cactus kangaroo sulcus. Moron goatherd ironical to a fault. Horn and heave ho for foreign phones homo gigantus laboratory phylum panniers salmonella perpetuity porpentine.
Oeuvres rot exactly where you heft them and honest their weight so perfume me absolutely with 16-foot steroid side effect galactic. Not to turn a chimney to a safety net forgetting exactly where and how I was born but to more local color and women cool unlikely to perish without currently shaving their good old-fashioned emery board of directors. Chased from the conference table by angry whales foaming at the anus like debtors wedding jacket pylon for a perfect heavy intuition tannins and wide-on for the cartilaginous snuff box oopsidaisical grownups for adult get-togethers in the quiet untiring symphony orchestra tuning up and everyone has his price or hers and don’t you ever forget about the man who had blanket fury to the worrier kind and impetuous phantoms of evergreen Sapphic testimony rapidly eyeing what you thought was yours never you kidding around will have its maid she locked herself in the attic with her brother and together they thought a tale would be good enough for the government’s suspicion of envy parapet and proud with heavy sighs and tropism malingers their crowded fingers up and down spines of luster and bronze Babylon earns a long lonely cent turning apples to cherries. I’m tired girl and I want to do myself what others do. Please get rid of this iron gate between me and the grill candle tapestry unfolding her perfect eye in unison or was it ivory only a squalid vengeful face at the core of it he’s tired and don’t want to keep going on about it learn to blow and forever bellicose incision through doorways diamond earrings come unfolding foundering in the pitiless cast of characters only four years hence but when the life expectancy falls to zero eventually all roiling seas will learn to stop casting about for their mordant pigments.
Draw yourself on history that’s appall I want.
The End?
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Aurora Sparks is a young author of erotic fiction. Based in New York City, she loves to entertain and titillate with sensual tales that push boundaries and shatter taboos. Gender swap, BDSM and futa erotica are her main interests right now, but she’s always on the lookout for new ways to turn her readers on…
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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental. All sexually active characters in this work are consenting adults 18 years of age or older.
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