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(This month’s theme: “The Other Monster” ~ since that one-eyed monster is so often the scapegoat) - 2023 October 9 |
“Morning, Walter.”
Heyy! Ben. Weekend good?
“Pretty relaxed. Honestly
been feeling a little down, lately. You?”
I've been there—but yeah, oh man,
This weekend was work!
“Yeah? Spill!”
I must've spent sixteen hours going in-and-out,
but she was nice: muscular walls, soft puffy face,
narrow and a little rough inside—overall a comfortable fit.
“So you're sore, again?”
Yesss. This guy,
Keeps going back in—
and I knooow he knows:
her stubble is grating me raw!
I scream; he doesn’t care—
“They never care. I’m sore too!”
Wh-what? But you—
“I knooow! Limp as a chicken skin… but he still insists
Lemme yank and stretch
and ball you up until you blow—”
Like that’ll fix—
“Like THAT’ll fix you being sad!
Just leave me alone, you stupid giant—”
Stupid. Two-eyed. Giants—
“Oof-god! I can see that rash on your neck…”
Yeahh, I think I got an ingrown hair, too…
And just I heard him say So, you free tonight?
“The motherfuckerrr—”
Yuuuup. I swear,
if I weren’t attached…
“If I were 3 feet long, I’d reach up and slap him for you.
But would they even pay attention?”
Nope.
“Nooo, sir—we're just little one-eyed servants,
for you to abuuuse.”
And then they'll blame us…
“Like it was our fuckin' idea…”
Anyway—oup!—looks like we’re zippin’ up!
Love you, Ben!
“Love you, Walter!
Happy Mond
drbl
rbl…”
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