One day while walking down a lonely vacant street, two girls poised on
a hood of a car whisper three relevant words of encouragement. . . ,
"Ya wanna fuck?" Stoned as I was, I agreed. One was a virgin, the
other an anxious whore. A quick plan of manipulation. A relief from
aching blue balls -- I again desire sex. Want some -- need some --
bleed again; so versatile were these two lost graceful swingers: How
about sucking me off?! Boastful iniquities, apparent obscenities. I
beg for another tasteful second helping. the midnight air casts
abandoned situations of direct approval. Help me, I utter . . . for
they transform. Never a legend proceeds vampires -- a feeling of
helplessness, yet idle consideration. I devour -- quick, yet earnestly;
but never violently . . . only I seduce the wicked.
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