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An Excerpt:
“Why don’t you take off your doo
rag? I want the full effect of you. As it stands now, you are all scarf, and
dark eyes. Where is your neck?”
“Crabs don’t have necks.”
“But still, baby, I want to caress
your hair.”
“My sea anemones have not been
combed. Besides, I love my doo rag. It gives me character. Now can we just get
down to business? I don’t have all day. Good toilet water,” he said munching on
the turd.
“Ok, Character, spread your legs. I
don’t want to get pinched.”
Three thrusts of my throat and the
doo rag shuddered, sighed and began reaching for his drawers.
“Is that it?” I asked.
“I got mine. You should have jacked
faster if you wanted to come at the same time with me.”
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