WHORE OF BABYLON
These streets, they scream with desire. Roamed by girls on the prowl and women back on the make, most uptown avenues seem ready to give way under the weight of flaming needs… And when it comes to bodies under bedroom lights, these 40-something women really shade the rest out there… Every single one just burning to strip and sweat the night away on any half-decent guy there to whisk the routine from their weary minds.
Some took their vows in front of guys with great personalities but room for improvement in the physical department, to whom the decade in the wake of marriage has not been too kind, some were born insatiable… And who the hell can blame them… Have you seen the local market? 9 out of 10 cock-owners are pretty damn gruesome, even 11 out of 10 in some circles… That killer combo of beards & tattoos topped by an overwhelming proneness to rap and techno - just about every modern trick the century has to offer. Not to diminish the potential of facial pubes and ink when it comes to stirring waterfalls in certain knickers, but it looks like these women still keep the bar pretty high-up when it comes to allowing such bad boys access to their lady bits.
A big percentage of these 5’ 10” Adonises is filled with pride by some of the mighty personal trainers. One can’t help but feel their pain… Their sweat and blood down the drain when it comes to shaking the beds of these hard-to-please Godivas. Some simply won’t spread their legs, and that’s when these guys can’t put two and two together - a month smoked to get a paper in hopes of drowning in uptown pussy with the end result never coming to fruition. All the effort - the instructions on how much cauliflower a vamp should sink to keep her old ball and chain around to pay the rent and the cold the guys have to bear through these pandemic excuses of workouts… in the parks turned into porno quicksand, in the forest, in a Venus’ backyard in fucking November… all ignited by the hope of a shot at the hostess’ promised land.
It was around their playground where I met this 30-something girl. She’s pretty much a psycho, but the best kind there is… She’s fucking beautiful and there’s plenty about her to excite interest and lewd esteem - maybe that’s why she has a story for the ages. She told me about her baptism by fire in the matters of local Joes… Pinned against a fridge and felt by some shit hoping to wet his dong…
Attempted rape with a touch of police incompetence when it comes to sliding iron ‘round local Joe’s wrists. Guess that’s sort of a wake-up call… Gotta match your slutty outfit with a Smith & Wesson when you’re a boner-generator roaming the streets of uptown Bucharest or you might end up pinned against some local Joe’s fridge...
20-something lipstick-and-paint girls, 40-something mothers flaming for select gratification or rapey Joes, one thing's for sure - the Whore of Babylon’s heirs are alive and well, burning for love from uptown all the way down to skid row.
Some took their vows in front of guys with great personalities but room for improvement in the physical department, to whom the decade in the wake of marriage has not been too kind, some were born insatiable… And who the hell can blame them… Have you seen the local market? 9 out of 10 cock-owners are pretty damn gruesome, even 11 out of 10 in some circles… That killer combo of beards & tattoos topped by an overwhelming proneness to rap and techno - just about every modern trick the century has to offer. Not to diminish the potential of facial pubes and ink when it comes to stirring waterfalls in certain knickers, but it looks like these women still keep the bar pretty high-up when it comes to allowing such bad boys access to their lady bits.
A big percentage of these 5’ 10” Adonises is filled with pride by some of the mighty personal trainers. One can’t help but feel their pain… Their sweat and blood down the drain when it comes to shaking the beds of these hard-to-please Godivas. Some simply won’t spread their legs, and that’s when these guys can’t put two and two together - a month smoked to get a paper in hopes of drowning in uptown pussy with the end result never coming to fruition. All the effort - the instructions on how much cauliflower a vamp should sink to keep her old ball and chain around to pay the rent and the cold the guys have to bear through these pandemic excuses of workouts… in the parks turned into porno quicksand, in the forest, in a Venus’ backyard in fucking November… all ignited by the hope of a shot at the hostess’ promised land.
It was around their playground where I met this 30-something girl. She’s pretty much a psycho, but the best kind there is… She’s fucking beautiful and there’s plenty about her to excite interest and lewd esteem - maybe that’s why she has a story for the ages. She told me about her baptism by fire in the matters of local Joes… Pinned against a fridge and felt by some shit hoping to wet his dong…
Attempted rape with a touch of police incompetence when it comes to sliding iron ‘round local Joe’s wrists. Guess that’s sort of a wake-up call… Gotta match your slutty outfit with a Smith & Wesson when you’re a boner-generator roaming the streets of uptown Bucharest or you might end up pinned against some local Joe’s fridge...
20-something lipstick-and-paint girls, 40-something mothers flaming for select gratification or rapey Joes, one thing's for sure - the Whore of Babylon’s heirs are alive and well, burning for love from uptown all the way down to skid row.
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