The Glitter Jungle:
Fiction:
Toxic Wings
Sex is a way to deal with pain.
Luscious, sensuous in his orgasm, twisting and curling he bares his teeth. Aching lust soars until it's satisfied deep inside him. And he whispers, sing-song voice, he says, "devil has a hot rod, devil high on speed..." his voice goes even lower, caustic and angry, "devil has a black dress, so her arms can bleed."
"Huh?"
He grins.
"Doesn't matter." He bends and picks up his leather jacket from the bathroom floor. Slings it over his shoulder and slinks out the door. Such a sweet, young, delicate flower. So much bitter venom.
He goes back to the dance floor and in less than an hour he'll be back here in the bathroom with someone else. And again. And again. Hurting angel, high on his beautiful toxic wings.
And then he's gone.
Info:
celes720 said, in her fridgeporn challenge,
your rod pushes
inside his
sweet flower
aching lust
luscious in orgasm.
cinder1013 said, leather. She also wanted porn and this isn't enough, so Cinder, honey, here it is.
Jack Off Jill said,
"devil has a hot rod
devil high on speed
devil has a black dress
so her arms can bleed."