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the ancient one's young lover


‘old as the hills,’ they have labeled me, and truly. I was
here when those hills were mere bumps on the velvet earth.

yet she is drawn to me. drawn like a penitent to a sacred temple.

this girl with the eyes of an innocent child, and the voluptuous
figure of a ripened, unholy woman. a mouth succulent and tart
as strawberries. breasts full and trembling, maroon nipples,
extended, taut, that dare to be mauled. hips that might support
the weight of a stallion, to carry her and the ravishing beast,
galloping, to bursting stars of orgasm.

my feebled hands find miraculous strength when they grip and tug
her tresses. she moans, and her eyes tell me she is in love with the
pain, and she begs that I pursue my aberrant obsession.

thus, I beat her, and her cries and tears incite the erection of my
root. root of my evil.

in my tyranny, I wail upon her silken flesh, till it is scarlet as a dying
sun. my purpose is to abuse and humiliate her youth and beauty,
which in essence arouses me to mad delirium.

on her hands and knees, she spreads, displaying the blooming
wildflower between her thighs, expecting me to mount and
penetrate. but I decline.

I will leave her c*nt to the dogs.

my eyes, and the tip of my truculent dragon, focus on the supine
passage between her buttocks, her final remaining vestige of virginity.

and in that dismal, deviant chasm,
I will sate my perversion…



Written by JohnFeddeler
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