Small Town Nymph

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ALICE

Down the rabbit hole you went
Chasing after squandered rent
Cold turkey isn’t as easy as you thought
Sobriety doesn’t mean you haven’t been caught
It was not drugs, It was not drink
But last Friday night on the country club links
That has your reputation in danger
This accusations of wild public sex with complete strangers
Cannot be stood
Remember “We are righteous, God is good!”

The reverend said The Lord assigns us roles
Good husbands fill their Good wives’ holes
And anything else is a grievous sin
So how are you so brash and happy?
How can you stand not fitting in?
Why are your lovers so dark and nappy?
Has your soul left? Is Satan sitting in?

It was suspicious movement in the links
That caused the cops to be called
They caught you licking dicks and sucking balls
Of black college kids you picked up at the mall
They all froze, when they saw the officer’s flashlights
Orgasm turned to anger, which quickly turned to fright.
The cops wrote them tickets and shamed them before letting them go
You called after them seductively demanding that they walk slow
So their asses could be remembered fondly.
Irritated, the patrolman slapped on the cuffs
You giggled said liked it rough.
You turned to them, proud super freak
Semen running down your cheek
A Thursday night in jail
Did nothing to slow you up
You offered to slob the precinct and would generously waive your cut
The judge next day declined your offer of access to your butt
And sentenced you to sex addiction counseling for the next 300 days
So you were trapped for 10 months in a room with this small town’s persecuted gays
You went as scheduled but the mostly drank bad coffee and listened to campy ballads
The gay guys had your ass and you tossed a couple lesbian salads

You should have taken a vacation when the circus came to town
Everyone was watching you closely so you didn’t sneak off and blow the clowns
Yet it happened despite their best laid plans
The cops discovered you the next morning and put you in the paddy wagon van
Your clothes were long gone and your hair was full of straw
Greasepaint smeared your thighs and cum crusted your jaw

You had multiple orgasms as the candy apple was pulled out of your ass

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