Tag: writing

While I’m under Taylor’s desk, eating out her Grammy-award-winning pop-star-vajeen, she squeezes my head with both her thighs.  It turns my cheeks purplish-red—my eye-veins swell and visibly throb, to the point where you can watch them and clock my pulse.  Then, as she gasms, she bangs my head against her desk. “OW!”  I rub my…

What the dickmatyzation is happening, all you meatslingers who’ve got it all (the beer can width, perfect amount of melanin across the shaft and the head, aesthetically distributed veins, and, most important of all, a g-spot hammering upcurve) and decide to parade through town, proudly swaying your hips and letting that knee-knocker dangle betwixt your…