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cthulhu’s playthings

13 Wednesday Feb 2013

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art by nekomimi (2010)

art by nekomimi (2010)

“I bite into you but then I get bored
before the second bite,” Preacher, sighing,
explained. The thing wore a mask and a sword
with a taste for blood. Archangels fucking
demons is perverse but not rare. Preacher
came from such a mating. Our blood, distilled
from the heart, makes a mean food. In horror
films it’s drugs and sex that will get you killed.
In our world it’s ignorance of such things.
Preacher raised its eldritch head from my bones.
I could almost kiss it, except blood loss
made the world blur. We, Cthulhu’s playthings,
do not please. Its tongue, piercing my breastbones,
recoiled, grunting, “what a vile tasting sauce” …

belladonna recalls

27 Friday Aug 2010

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OOBATZ. Pronounced oo-‘botz.
It means ‘crazy’ or ‘you’re crazy’
in Italian slang.

This was merely one more new delight 
for my horse-dick brother -- dripping honeyed
cum. He slowly pushed steel into my tight 
asshole until the whole shaft was buried 
to his balls. Then Dante began shaking 
back and forth, moving his cock in my ass. 
I felt filled, throbbing, my asshole gaping
as I squeezed him. Grabbing my hourglass 
hips he jack-hammered, oobatz. He and I 
then came: me for the third time and his first.
Cum and cry. That's all I did. Cum and cry
with his cock until I thought I would burst. 
That's how I became a Strap-on Sister.
Rudest of Playthings. An Ass Girl Lover.