The Schlitz Sisters Soliloquy

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It's a bordello. It's a tongue twister for twisted tongues.
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Sara Schlitz likes slits;
Sally Schlitz likes schlongs.
Sara sings songs;
Sally slings schlongs.

Schlongs are wrong for Sara Schlitz,
So, Sara shrewdly snacks on slits.
She’s a swinging singer slinging songs;
She seldom sings of slinging schlongs.

Sally’s sister Sara is a strong, swinging singer.
Sara’s sister Sally is a schlong-slinging swinger.

Sally Schlitz’s slit is seldom shut;
She’s a slutty schlong-stealing slut.
Since Sally Schlitz seldom sees a slinky schlong shrinking,
Shrinking schlongs seldom see Sally’s slit slinking.

Sally’s sister Sara suggests selling schlong-sucking;
Sally shrugs her shoulders, her silk sarong shucking.
She and Sara started a schlong-slinging shop:
Sally’s Shaft Sucking Shack: ‘We slurp. You slop.

So, Sara’s sister snacks solely on the Shaft Shack’s snacks.
She, the sole slut, slowly sucks swollen schlongs and saggy sacks.
Sister Sara sings slow soul songs of schlong slinging,
Seldom springing into sloppy, sodden slit-licking-song singing.

Now everyone’s where each belongs:
Sally sells sucks for schlongs and Sara sings schlong-slinging songs.

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MargotPaygeMargotPayge7 months agoAuthor

LOL. Thanks!

AnonymousAnonymous7 months ago

Such a salaciously sodden symphony of sex and sharing.

MindStimulationMindStimulation7 months ago

Such salaciously sodden symphony of sex

MargotPaygeMargotPayge8 months agoAuthor

Thank You!

Paul4playPaul4play8 months ago

Great fun!

Excellent!

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