The Titan & The Pixie

The analogy I used to describe their difference in size was that of a titan to a pixie. Gathered around a table full of half-empty pitchers of beer and baskets of cheese fries, we’d joke about scenes of his cock splitting her in half; a massive elephant trunk punch to her reproductive system. I imagined …

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Dreams of Kendall Falling

I kept a pet-name for Kendall Falling in my mind; The Wide-Eyed Girl. Eyes that glistened and bounced around like pinballs; bold and brown. Those eyes searched over the cityscape and all therein; the passing motor cars and trucks, the glass and mortar towers, the walks and don’t walks, the hosed-over early morning sidewalks, the …

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