A pleasure like breaking light bulbs, burning dollar bills, peeling dead skin... I see her wretchedness and that is her curse, and whatever sweetness lies beneath will be throttled away during climax, smeared on her face, and beaten into her hips. She bears the burden of the sweltering, raunchy ox, and we find her meat to be sweet and tender.
Friday, December 30, 2011
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