Paragraphs
Some generic smutty paragraphs written in my sketch book during countless hours at the psych ward. Yeah, that's where I've been the past few months. There's also a bunch of non-furry paragraphs at the end, I'm leaving them here for an archive. Cheers for sticking with me.
his hot breath panting over her face, his threatening fangs grinning to reveal just how much he was taking in her pain huge, soft sharktits flopping about slapping onto either side of the navel embedded into her belly but the tight skin thrust forward each time he drove into her her belly, swelled like a balloon, the stomach under the white flesh fresh
his knot slammed in, spreading her violated hole her thick ass accommodated the strong cat's huge girth out of the small fox, crushing her insides and forcing her guts to compress the cat's massive organ became one of hers
the length standing erect and twitching, just centimetres in front of her agape mouth easily outsized the forearm she had lifted to compare to the formidable dragon cock his heavy sack hung with the weight of each nut, exuding the delicious, intoxicating musk she could almost taste on the tip of her tongue
coughing out the saliva that had pooled in her throat, the shark gasped for precious oxygen she had been deprived of sharp teeth glinting in a malicious smile over a huge pair of sharktits moistened by sweat and the slight lactation of the beautiful capping each breast each breast a beast <-- ¯_(?)_/¯ dunno what that means
girl or guy or animal or chocolate or white or keen or unwilling
the magnificent dragon cock every throbbing inch plunging into the busty wolf's maw, the cat's ribbed length bulging from her abused throat his heavy, swinging balls slapping on either side of the bulge with each thrust
~protect me from the lonely whistling streets, i hear your moan in the lonely whispering sheets~
(I cut out the really bad ones.)
i love the cut, the painful sting, look down and the white of the flesh is infiltrated by beads of red what is the real nightmare? bleeding screaming children filling my gory dreams or the fact that in the waking world nothing short of the pain I see and hear in my sleep unnerves me every time i breathe i get this felling like nothing is okay and any death would not be a sin
roll over to the other way of living savior doesn't have a 'u' for a reason and the sea of emotional ^dyscontrol^ that's not a word
they're neck and neck on the final straight draw attention away from the true poetry well at least won't you hold the door the system is genocide are you dead pretend you're dead pretend you're unsafe pretend we're together
it's all a slow suicide, every day is just another 24 painful hours just another step to the end of the line each wristband is nice, a nice reminder of the shit that we call the real world could you ever imagine having enough unrest in your mind to write this shit
i see the light that you see but through my eyes everything everything is twisted, tainted black fall into the void, fell into the world, face the worst
sometimes unnecessary painful regularly at what time are you using distraction, and when is distraction using you? the world ended a long time ago, emo i will get through this like last time last time last time
shiver and shake and stuff, short and sharp and shock and strong! uh yeah should be, shoulda woulda coulda, fuck, fuckety shit-fuck a fuck she cant match the happiness emanating from his gleeful disposition
i'll see you when we're both not so emotional when the summer ends and you know i should be leaving soon but the regrets are killing me and honestly? stay home for sure never meant i am the one with the wurlitzer
he asks, but he doesn't really care. he's happy with the one-word answer that seems to have a lot more hidden in the tone.
A positive note to end on: a joke transcript. Ma: *flips a card* "Oh, shit, that was the worst mistake of my life!" Me: "You're forgetting [little brother]."