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Timestones

Can a romantic Goth really cross time to be with the woman he loves?

I don't need reminding I'm different from the other kids, but they do it anyway, eroding my self-confidence like waves pounding the headland. Sure I wear black jeans, trench coat and eyeliner. Docs, not Converse. Trivium on my playlist over Bieber or Swif...

His Ass Is Calling

A little true jocularity of a poem for a laugh!

I hear footsteps but no one is saying hello to me; Then I listen very carefully and what could it be? The sound of his ass cheeks rubbing up against his pants; Holy crap it’s turning me on, putting me into a trace! He’s done it once before and I can hear...