Viewing the local antiquities

"Yes, yes" 
Angel smiles with her cunt, clenching me:

"I know, I know"—

As I spasm once more—

"Yes, yes."


Tags: ; .

Zero stars 

All in all, not nearly so nice as the corner:
  • The room is the size of the bed
  • The bed is the size of the room
  • Her boombox is gone
  • Her AC is gone
  • There are no flowers (that I discovered, the last time, were fresh)

And I'd almost prefer to hear the groans and bedframe-battering of the couple next door then try to drown them out with the Oldies.

But at least—since the bed a genuine massage table, whose headrest has a hole for my chin—she can stand at its head and massage my temples.

We'd passed by the corner on our way to dim sum.

"My university," Angel remarked.

The Corner
[1], [2], [3], [4], [5], [6], and [7].


She turns off the AC; 
she must have remembered I hate my flesh cool.

She stands at the foot of the bed; I caress her round thigh with the sole of my foot, for her thoughtfulness.


Tags: ; .

My mother's cunt, 
from which I come.

Strange, some think their god made us, when so evidently sex did.


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