slowly she fades away leaving behind only the lingering scent of the cryptand a pair of eyes glowing in your face and soft lips floating before you breathing charnal fumes onto your face, your desperate lungs snatching each terrified gasp of decay and the putrid stench of death
and a tentacle slips up your thigh and you can't move and it flicks against your skin and inside you scream and you scream but the eyes they fixate you and the lips they breath their inevitable cloying weight of dead air and the tentacle it caresses you and reaches up, and reaches up and you panic and break and run but your body is locked and you fight the prison of your skin and you lie helpless and breath the crypt and see the deep black eyes of unknowable ancient otherness and the tentacle it probes
(and a tentacle slips up your thigh and you can't move and it flicks against your skin and inside you scream and you scream but the eyes they fixate you and the lips they breath their inevitable cloying weight of dead air and the tentacle it caresses you and reaches up, and reaches up and you panic and break and run but your body is locked and you fight the prison of your skin and you lie helpless and breath the crypt and see the deep black eyes of unknowable ancient otherness and the tentacle it probes
boris the spider,
Thu 10 Dec 2009, 0:43,
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and then you wipe your cock on the curtain and go for a pint
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4Q just lurking,
Thu 10 Dec 2009, 0:46,
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