"I hate that word...love." She whispered, as I stood fellated by her blue eyes and Fucked by the emotions behind her statement...anal discomfort.
I don't blame her. She knew the truth and not the fucked up fairy tale that blinds our pointless reality and fucks us in the end of it all. To quote a great man once said, "All good things come to an end."
After a couple dellusional relationships one goes through, they start to wake up from the wet dream that is love and start falling into the cocksucking reality that is lust...salacious in every naughty way.
Does that make us promiscuous? No. It makes us hold on dearly to that hairy cock we call life.
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