Sioux City Male
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It was like I backed in a dark room, surrounded in a fog, a moist, dark, warm, encloresure fog, what I have left is revealed in a shaft of light. A dim glow. Someone was with me her eyes like a cat, the sole of her shoes embedded with little hard earned diamonds with broken glass from broken streets, razor sharp reminders that you can escape but somethung comes with you.
Her mouth is on mine, it takes and it gives, gives and takes, brings tears to my eyes as it bites down here for a second and then a seconds relief it is insistant, demanding. Why does it make me think of forgiveness and solitude of a state of grace.
I watched them from a dark room, in a light like androids, inhuman primordial glow in there living in monents that are beyond end, within centuries to come and those that have past. Past caring, immersed in mystery, it cannot ever be solved she wants to put me some place. Some place I have been and collected seconds over the these decades she pushes me further into the room. Her laced boots with a galaxy of glinning in her soul kicking the door on me.
Her hand gripped tight and me thinking 'I never let anyone jerk me off' I never want a hand on me and her grip remains the gravest and most hopeful coming death in sacred send off, but I'll never cum it's a thankless task. Her mouth breathes hot from her chest, a groan rises like lava up the vent of a volcano bringing a message and another burning bite and I wonder 'If this is cumming, if this is cumming, if this is cumming' while her hips rock and grip tightens and my cheeck is between her teeth and warm spit splatters on my face timed with groans that only means to my amazement that getting me off will 'get this sweet girl off!' And I can't think anymore and something takes over 'is this cumming is this cumming, is this cumming?' and I give it up, I go blind, I leave all things behind and baby girl who can cut you in or cut you out opens herself dies and I'm not making sence I'm saying red tide is sticky when you get out, most people don't like it, it glows in the dark and she asks, "It glows in the dark? Really? Never heard of it." and I says "Yeah it glows in the dark. Really beautiful."
Well there's cum all over the place glistening like a street lamp shining like a smeared star blue like a lonely moon and still alive, like me.
by Don Bajema
Her mouth is on mine, it takes and it gives, gives and takes, brings tears to my eyes as it bites down here for a second and then a seconds relief it is insistant, demanding. Why does it make me think of forgiveness and solitude of a state of grace.
I watched them from a dark room, in a light like androids, inhuman primordial glow in there living in monents that are beyond end, within centuries to come and those that have past. Past caring, immersed in mystery, it cannot ever be solved she wants to put me some place. Some place I have been and collected seconds over the these decades she pushes me further into the room. Her laced boots with a galaxy of glinning in her soul kicking the door on me.
Her hand gripped tight and me thinking 'I never let anyone jerk me off' I never want a hand on me and her grip remains the gravest and most hopeful coming death in sacred send off, but I'll never cum it's a thankless task. Her mouth breathes hot from her chest, a groan rises like lava up the vent of a volcano bringing a message and another burning bite and I wonder 'If this is cumming, if this is cumming, if this is cumming' while her hips rock and grip tightens and my cheeck is between her teeth and warm spit splatters on my face timed with groans that only means to my amazement that getting me off will 'get this sweet girl off!' And I can't think anymore and something takes over 'is this cumming is this cumming, is this cumming?' and I give it up, I go blind, I leave all things behind and baby girl who can cut you in or cut you out opens herself dies and I'm not making sence I'm saying red tide is sticky when you get out, most people don't like it, it glows in the dark and she asks, "It glows in the dark? Really? Never heard of it." and I says "Yeah it glows in the dark. Really beautiful."
Well there's cum all over the place glistening like a street lamp shining like a smeared star blue like a lonely moon and still alive, like me.
by Don Bajema
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