Friday 17 April 2009

11. Lot Forty-Nine

"Who will buy? Who will love?

"Found alone, this masturbating wretch with handmade armour of shells and wood, of plastic, satin and lycra. A unique specimen, untouched by bargepoles, curled up in rock this last millennium.

"Entertainment guaranteed! A wonderful pet or ornament! A great talking-point at parties! Equally suited to ladies or gentlemen!

"May I start the bidding at one heart?"

2 comments:

Scaley Ginsberg said...

SOLD, to the band in the tight hats. slapped and bandied and buggered from beast to beast, lot49 twists for air , reaching out to the full xtension of his furry shackles , bound with fibres and tapes and strewn with scratches and semens of rabid fuckfeasting . he can only glimpse air , as they are upon him again and again , a pan-orificial scaling by bucking bestial bareback bumping freaks, pounding , probing , scratching and slapping ,slaked in lubes and drug riddled spunkage. lot 49 manages to slip one thought through his frazzled and near overloaded mind.!
' I wonder what happenining to lot 48, ' he thinks.
'she seemed nice.', 'beautiful eyes', ,' beautiful...'

j0hv said...

Interzonal remedies can leave one gasping, I suppose.