Devlin De La Chapa editor @ http://BoySlut.wordpress.com
Inside My Girlfriend
of my girlfriend’s lips
on my tongue
we French kiss
her plump juicy
every stray dog
to my house
is then forced
my dog away
when he tries
my antics strange
pets my head
and my knob
inside her pussy
She Comes Three Ways
she’s brutal, AND
she loves to fuck
she calls Men
who live to love living it all up
inside her fuck hole,
inside her shit hole;
she jacks off on the way
her pussy retorts
when those swollen heads
slam deep within her,
breaking through her sanctuary,
jack-hammering those forbidden walls,
thus splitting the lust of her concrete jungle
thrust after fucking thrust
up until the point of no reparation;
she gets off on the way
her pussy constricts like an Anaconda,
choking the shafts of her willing-est preys
while the molten of her juices ooze like lava
from within a de-virginized volcanic eruption
she is brutal death and god’s rawest production-
a portrait of great climatic imagery
The Morning After Pill
inspired by DJ
I don’t think I really care to know your name ‘cause it’s all the same but you’re not to blame-I guess I’m just built that way. I would ask for an “Amen!” but what good would that do? I just want to slouch here on your couch and watch Gangnam Style a hundred times before you settle on my cock and ask why I don’t fuck you instead?
But how do I explain that you’re not a very sexy lady?
Last night during our “date” at the local bar, I secretly confess, like around my 9th round of Tequila shots, how I watched you squat, then how I thought about how I wanted you and your boyfriend too. But funny I’m nowhere near the vicinity of gay. It’s just that your boyfriend would have seemed the better lay compared to the way you mis-behaved.
But instead. . .
I woke up with a dog licking on my face. It yelped as I grabbed its tail and yanked it off the bed when I realized I was in an unfamiliar place: was this my place, your place, his place ‘cause it was somebody’s fucking place only rearranged in symmetrically parallel designs Ikea would be jealous of.
Then I remembered you worked at Ikea.
The boyfriend tells me it was nice, a mind-blowing experience to have another guy fucking his girlfriend as he fucked her too, and so on and so on. . .yadda, yadda, yadda. I just wanted to get my crap and split but she’s made breakfast for three.
So I sit.
Back on the couch you tell me your name after I specifically requested “names” to remain anonymous per my ad in the local Beat. I lose interest and pet your dog till it gets bored. The same dog that licked on my face is now sitting beside your boyfriend playing with your vast collection of video games. I eventually pick up a controller and jump into a game just to avoid you the way your boyfriend and your dog avoid you. And it’s really not your fault. We’re just built this way.