Once a meth whore, always a meth whore, amirite?!
It was in this magical moment my soul shattered, and Dam smoked the shards…
GREAT PROCLAMATIONS!!!
“I, Sir Dam of NoWhere, foresobeeith of my utmost will to dub thee, Whore of MethVille!!!”
“I am so immensely gracious, may I succumb to your tool-etry?” I whispered to his toes.
Deep thought for thick skull.
“NAY WOMAN. KEEP THYSELF ON HARD GROUND! Dost thou dareth stand?”
I stay.
That shit-eating grin makes his oily, constantly sweaty cheeks plump, the candlelight never hides.
He licks his lip in that slow, creepy way he does when he’s twacked.
His soda can chub is rising in his gym shorts. Dam awkwardly and loudly takes a breath that he forces into a moan at the end.
“Right on. Let’s fuck.”