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- Fleeting torment
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- Muerte repentina
Dec
12
In the castle
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IN THE CASTLE
A Anna08 K.
It always rains.
Sometimes, I dream that at midnight I am drawn to a castle that I can not leave.
Other times, I dream that in the midst of the storm, managed to escape at daybreak to the castle to be my salvation.
The rain beats furiously, as if it were digging in the ground and gaze captive to expose something, anything, “written in invisible ink. Vampires hug me or bite me, I can not tell. Never.
I only see the fall-perhads the spring- bleed neck down my shoulder, my chest. A cynical droplet reaches into my heart and it beats a moment with him. Pretend to be a rose that opens or withers, a star, an abyss. Eyes, thousands of eyes, everywhere was out of breath, fixed on that hunch. The sun -sometimes seems te moon- doubt and tremble, too, stopped in front of his own precipice.
Ahead of me, always, the walls are transparent; the spaces, infinite. Under the labyrinth of the rain, I never know if I’m going to die or to resuscitate when I cross. In the castle.
^^Just an automatic translation; feel free to translate to real english in the comments!^^
Nov
14
Appreciate Swine
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Appreciate Swine
*Just an automatic translation; feel free to translate to real english in the comments!
Dear Scoundrel:
In your profile you just say you’re happily married in rl.
Well, you’re a fractal son of a bitch. Yeaaah! The mother who bore you.
A hand shakes me every time I go running on your name to see a list of contacts.
Contacts … Bastard! And you happily married.
11-13-09
Nov
9
Perfect Avatar (english)
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Perfect Avatar.
*Just an automatic translation; feel free to translate to real english in the comments!
To J.J 
His ears stick out with infinite grace on her beautiful blond hair, on these rough November afternoon breaks as she arrives at Bay City Airpot, slowly shaking his bum on the thong strips, hmmmmmmmm.
Speak like dance, hard puffs: Hi, whats up?, Hey!, Okay??? hiyaaaa! … How heavy is my girl, pussy; and how I like tame these beasts to sticking with my cock!, Yessssssssssss, mooooooreeee, mooooreeeeeeeeeee….
Write dry and rough in your profile: Let’s not fuck with me, it says both figuratively and, above all, literally. He is scared shitless. I grab the eggs when I stand in front of her to contemplate. Just in case.
Dance, dance at times, sometimes magical, compulsively, to rattle. Electrical. His way of dancing is unique and if you have seen only once, yo not want do another thing in this life or the other that fucked-uhhhhhhhh nonstop. Never yyyyyyyyyeeeeessssssssssss ….
Shake your body abruptly back and forth and it seems the world-all-worlds is going to sink every time suddenly drops the hip and shoulder, pacing about furiously. Sex, of course, ahhhhhhhhhh.
I’d like to sink my cock in every jar of music to lift the ground with my cock-thrusts wowwwww! – Atomic. Bust, and scatter the pieces by the monitor, burn together in a short circuit, do not wait, do not conform … Opsss!
I stifles the heater. I approached the camera to your face, get, slipping on a rug with freckles in their eyes. My God. We do not know how, beauty has been installed on them and when we looked straight ahead – the daughter of my life – we say goodbye forever …
I do not know you, gentlemen, but I do not feel like conceal more! I want Jazz!. I want Jazz or hemlock, one of two!. That every second, every draft of air coming to his place Jazz! Or not to come, hosts!.
Dancing suddenly stops and lowers his head, as if ashamed our vulgarity …
Or maybe as if I looked within itself, the rl picture hanging on your profile. There is an angle cut, some broken glass, lots of shadows. It was impossible to compete against such avi. They can only mourn have more desire.
His face half hidden by time and truth, looks just the surprise of light that blinds us to the other puts us stiff with honors. We guessed at the face half leaning, a look of surprise for the same dream that intoxicates us who babeamos as she dances, we spider or vomit over us:
-GET LOST !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.
Occasionally you can hear him moaning to the general public without special reasons:
-Miewwww
o:
-Miwwwwww
It’s a cat. Damn!
7/9-11-09
Nov
8
Fleeting torment
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Fleeting torment
*Just an automatic translation; feel free to translate to real english in the comments!
I do not know; one day when I, all set, I wanted to go home to catch the pussy, SL began sending very rare sites. To alleviate traffic. Sites for beginners.
Suddenly one of them, on the other side of a small creek, I saw a blue house and a few trees like me, puzzled by the breeze of twilight …. Immediately I thought if there was a bed of sex … In a place for newbies …?
I wet my feet a little across the small beach. The door was ajar. In the mini map I saw that someone was inside, a woman … would she be in bed for sex? I looked for my cock in the inventory and took a first step inside the house.
In darkness was like seeing a flash light up bright label with their name: Sweet Ermintrood. Yes, it was a sweet ray which was torn down collar, full of light, turn off everything.
On the same label, without waiting to see, I click on their profile so she can not escape me. Then, I lowered the camera toward her. The cock hung me in the first position; not give me time to give the button to bring it hard. In an instant, sank completely into her eyes, drawn, consumed by the feeling of a world of waterfalls and jasmine, ready every morning under your foot. An hell.
Your image for one second wiped my soul. I felt it move up and down my body, like a scanner that will carry the skin, pain, memories. I felt wobbly. Not days, not now. I was drowning in the deaf, bleeding, soft.
“Hi! -, I managed to say.
I looked away instantly, as if I burn your contemplation, I turned around and went running away, flying to the ends of the sim. But his eyes following me ever since, pleading. His eyes, in the midst of dim light, open in front of me all the time …
Yesterday I went to the house a hundred times.
I’ll be back every hour on the beach rookies flying leap to the cottage and entered. Salgo.
And go back inside, just in case.
Several times.
Until I pick a teleport to any site and I get to read their profile. Or close my eyes and I repeat from memory. All it says is that those eyes are just a alt; that other eyes still deeper, more open, more remote and even larger than that can bend my torment.
Right now you’re here next, a distance of Im, the sky I see ever more distant, more fleeting.
I do not know.
