Sexy beast!


Aaah... nice. Warm curvy chicks in me bed, the best medicine. You n me n that new blanket, Eddie at the edge and us the double yolk in the fried egg of nekkid singularity. Siamese twins joined at the big idea. Entrails recoiling as our bits take over the battlemap and wrestle for control. Let our nerves do the talking, brains on autopilot, don't die or shit or anything untoward, but reason be gone from my glidepath I got no wheels and I'm coming In hot so catch me save me or we die in the terrible conflagration...

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I did not write this one. It was written by Mr. Dale Ballard, a beautiful man with a talent for prose.