And the Ants Go Marching On
I woke again with the sun high in the sky, my head in a half dry puddle of semen and shit vomit. my lust had faded into a distant memory, and i felt filthy but... but i felt satisfied. this was my life now, this was my happiness!
WIP(1) - The Blind & The Cripple
shit, vomit, and piss smeared across the floor by a dead weight of fur being dragged through them, however, could not be forgotten into the background.