Corn In My Shit

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Girl,

I spend all day staring at you, while you watch me eat fresh corn.

I never take my eyes off of you as I eat corn fresh off the cob.

I put butter on that corn.

I slide that stick of butter up and down that hot ass corn.

You start to moan. You like butter.

I like butter too, bitch.

I eat two more cobs of corn.

I grab some liquid lax and down it real fast like.

I wait.

My stomach starts the rumble, girl.

I never take my gaze off you.

I been staring at you this whole damn time.

You been staring at me.

We staring at each other.

My stomach, girl. It feels like a volcano, 'bout to erupt.

We go to the bedroom.

I tighten up my sphincter.

You say some funny shit make me laugh. I shart real hard-like.

Juice run down my leg. Shitty juice.

You lay on the bed, all naked.

I drop my boxers, girl. Real fast.

You say, "Shit on me! Shit on my titties!"

I say, "Okay."

I grunt. I strain. I fart just right, and the shit come out.

Like a fire hose. All over your big ole titties.

It be splashing on ya.

You reach up and grab my ball sack.

That tickles, bitch. I shit mo'.

You be rubbin' shit all over yo titties. Rubbin' it into your wet sex.

My shit be inside you.

You lick your fingers.

I turn 'round, look at you.

You be covered in shit. There be corn in that shit.

I reach down, take a kernel out. I eat it.

You eat it too.

I bend down and pull you in for a long kiss. I taste my shit.

In your mouth.

We eat the corn.

We eat the shit.

We eat the corn in my shit.

I love you, girl.

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TsothaTsothaalmost 10 years ago

The "I this", "I that" should have been tiresome, but the short sentences and line breaks imbued a certain rhythm and I could imgine this person's voice in my head. Good descriptions. 5ed. Grats.

MagnetronMagnetronalmost 10 years ago

No way in hell am I reading this one.

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 10 years ago
sick

very sick!

Oldbear63Oldbear63almost 10 years ago
Okay.

To each his own. Shudder.