Monthly Archives: August 2012

For Will Crimson….

He pulled her by the scruff of her neck to the dingy mattress on the floor. The floor was cement, and stained with years of god knew what. There was a pervasive smell of piss…and something more. Something that she … Continue reading

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I feel your eyes following the curve of my denim-covered ass. It’s a nice, round bottom, and the jeans are tight enough that you, staring as you are, can almost see the crack that splits my two moons. I probably … Continue reading

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