Originally Posted By: PipeD
After the novelty of fucking whores regularly wore off, porn began to consume Brandon. While he might've been the one fucking, was essentially he the fucked one? Dignity, a fading memory. This was about primal, heavy stuff - like branded corn flakes and the better meth further down the park.
It took a while and dawned on him: If he wasn't a used man, would he have what it takes to use others; men, women - everyone? He didn't think of it for a while and saw an ad of a modeling agency in some paper he used to protect his glass pipe.
Attractive wages, flexible working hours. He could really use that. To the phone he walked.


You got nuthin on Mike South's writing skills. That man makes the english language dance off his finger tips and onto our computer screens.

P.S. I can't wait until this thread kicks over to the next page, so I don't have to see that blonde pig's mug.


Edited by Jerkules (01/17/13 11:40 PM)
Edit Reason: blonde pig's mug
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Thinking of cracked-out and/or tweaking whores getting their throats and asses brutalized for the next hit makes me hard. --Rear Admiral