#01
There are no sufficient amounts of carnage, here, in this strange land. Though it should be thanked, it is supposed, that there yet remains a few, while capturing them continues to prove frustrating when aided by mere two, weak, human legs. An enchanting young boy aided me today in the park in coercing various flocks of deliciously plump pigeons. His mother stopped the fun, however, when I made to purr over him and caress his cheek with my tongue, perhaps or perhaps not elucidating him with a riddle about the birds and the bees.
I never liked the spoilsport quality in women, much. Men are so much more pleasurable in devouring toying with. Though the atrocious lower body parts of mine aforementioned above also makes the pursuit of said men rather complex, as well, and it is all quite provoking in sentiment as this world is teeming with such delectable morsels.
Hmm.
I never liked the spoilsport quality in women, much. Men are so much more pleasurable in devouring toying with. Though the atrocious lower body parts of mine aforementioned above also makes the pursuit of said men rather complex, as well, and it is all quite provoking in sentiment as this world is teeming with such delectable morsels.
Hmm.