Stone-Cold Memory

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Erotic Flash  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group


Stone Cold

Stone-cold dead. Feeling the rigor of the veil, shade my eyes. My blood coagulating, like Mentholatum Ointment. Sliding down the sluice trough, leaving me pale and without my Max Factor.

Losing my voice, with fellatio. Drippin the dew of life from my old anemic phallus. With a twinkle from the jackal's eye. Empty like a stone-cold memory.


Submitted: July 11, 2021

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