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Written by: Piquet Tag(s): Consensual Sex, Male / Female Teens Behold, all around you; Eyes eloquent but mute, Searching, staring, longing, Unable to refute Their consuming hunger, The undying fire That burns and keeps on burning In the prison called Desire! Each night somewhere they gather, The so-called unattached And there rehearse in silence The lies that they have hatched. With restful ease abandoned And cool disinterest feigned, With laughter simulated And courage unattained. Victims of doubt and anguish, They choke upon the rope Bound tight to them by fear, The enemy of hope. Yet still each night they gather For while the fires burn They reach the river thirsty; Drink not and must return. Then, one night, he sees her And soon she meets his eye, Instantly deciding, “Yeah, I could fuck this guy.” His mates all laugh and stir him But they couldn’t with for more. When he leaves with her they yell, “Oi, the bastard’s gonna score!” A short walk from the dance floor To where a shadow’s cast, Against a dusty brick wall- A relic of the past. Hands swiftly find employment, She ventures down below And gasps with expectation For he has begun to grow. He holds her head and marvels At the softness of her hair Then finds her lips and savours The tightness he finds there. Full and red they glisten Like a forest flower; Lips that say, “I want you, I’m ready to devour.” His muscles strain, her teeth clench With each thrusting stroke; Roll your eyes back baby And the deity invoke! She breathes the cold air deeply And feels her body surge, Tingle, heave and rattle As he brings her to the verge. “Come!” The serpent beckons, “I swear to set you free From that irksome shackle – Responsibility! Far from fear and burden, Out on my astral plane, Lost in the firmament, Safe from the demon pain!” At last a word is spoken, A sacred, solemn word, Distinct and oft repeated But little more than heard. They sigh but not in sorrow Though loss shall be their lot And by this time tomorrow Tonight shall be forgot. Their eyes shall join those others That stare out of the gloom; The famished and the weary That haunt each smoky room, Longing for but a moment To quell the raging fire That burns the heart to ashes In the furnace of desire! You might like one of the following stories: My Stupid Brother(12 minutes)Fiction - Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Group Sex, Incest, Teen Male / Teen Females, Young Three sly bitches and a clever boy... Sacred Institute - Act I (8)(25 minutes)- Bestiality, Body modification, Cruelty, Extreme, Prostitution, Rape, Slavery, Torture, Water Sports/Pissing This is a fairly long fictional story separated into a first act (more focus on sex) and a second act (more focus on story). Only the first act can be properly read without reading the second act. In regards to theming, both acts of the story mainly describe the gradual and sexual escalation of clueless or naive women. It quickly becomes quite extreme, non-consensual, cruel, and tortuous. It is definitely not for the faint of heart (however, no cannibalism, scatology, or snuff). Three Rapes on the Trail Part 2(19 minutes)Fiction - First Time, Monster, Rape, Teen, Violence Sara has survived her encounter, but something stirs inside her. Comic-Con Breeding(<10 minutes)True Story - Anal, Ass to mouth, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Female / Female, Group Sex, Male / Female Teens My husband and I are supreme pervs. We love nothing more than bringing pleasure to each other and like-minded individuals. Though how we met is not the usual love story. Back in 2015 The Witcher 3 was the hot game, and I was turning 18. I lived out in the middle of nowhere. The nearest Comic-Con was a 4-hour drive. Nurse Nora(18 minutes)True Story After surgery, a nurse removed my gown, and sponge bathed me, and she liked what she saw. | ||||