Darling, darling, treat me well. I can be heaven. I can be hell. Come over here. Come close to me. My lust is dark and deep as the sea.
The guys ired his raw rock-n-roll energy. The girls loved his animalistic attractiveness. He lived the fulfilling but quick life of a rockstar. Shortly before his untimely end, during a wild orgy, a befriended sculptor had the idea of creating a replication of his sex organ. Nobody knows how it happened. But one day this concrete copy could be found fixed on his tomb slap. And it’s said, if you walk by the cemetery in dark nights you can’t just hear the wailing of deceased souls …
She often went to the solitary bay to take a cool dip in the waters. Her folks sometimes wondered if it wouldn’t be too dangerous to go there on her own. What they didn’t know: she actually went there for company. Although of some peculiar sort. Hard to call it real love. But it was an encounter which contained highest intimacy and pleasure.
Her full breasts were hanging over me like delicious fruits. Her soft nipples tickled my belly. She moved further down and her breasts teased my penis and testicles. I felt how the blood rushed into my penis making it big and stiff. When she slowly sat down on my face I could smell the sweet odor of her sex. Like wildflowers on a dark summer's night.
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