Lustful Dustin: At the minimart
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Hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry, you're so fucking hungry. | Hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry, you're so fucking hungry. | ||
| - | The flickering lights of the mini-mart make you hungry, the scent of sex and blood in the air makes you hungry, the underlying sounds of the city make you hungry, the cold floor under your hands makes you hungry. The world makes you hungry. | + | The flickering lights of the mini-mart make you hungry, the scent of sex and blood in the air makes you hungry, the underlying sounds of the city make you hungry, the cold floor under your hands and feet makes you hungry. The world makes you hungry. |
Your grab a pack of chips and devour it. You vomit. | Your grab a pack of chips and devour it. You vomit. | ||
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You grab a cold sausage from the hot dog machine and devour it. You vomit. | You grab a cold sausage from the hot dog machine and devour it. You vomit. | ||
| - | You grab a chocolate bar, a frozen pizza, a sugar glazed | + | You grab a chocolate bar, a frozen pizza, a sugar glazed doughnut. You vomit, you vomit, you vomit. |
| - | You're head is spinning, you have a hard time concentrating. | + | You're head is spinning, you have a hard time concentrating, you have a hard-on. |
"Ding, dong" The door opens. | "Ding, dong" The door opens. | ||
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You smell cheap make up, cheap leather, cheap booze, young pussy, fresh pussy, drunken pussy. | You smell cheap make up, cheap leather, cheap booze, young pussy, fresh pussy, drunken pussy. | ||
| - | Two beautiful teenagers, two beautiful | + | Two beautiful teenagers, two beautiful girls, too good to be true. |
You hide behind some shelves. | You hide behind some shelves. | ||
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Hunger, hunger, hunger. | Hunger, hunger, hunger. | ||
| - | You approach them, your saliva dripping from your open mouth. | + | You silently approach them, your saliva dripping from your open mouth. |
Hunger, hunger, hunger. | Hunger, hunger, hunger. | ||
Current revision as of 04:04, 1 May 2012
When you wake up, you're all alone.
Your mind is focused on one thing and one thing only: HUNGER.
Hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry, you're so fucking hungry.
The flickering lights of the mini-mart make you hungry, the scent of sex and blood in the air makes you hungry, the underlying sounds of the city make you hungry, the cold floor under your hands and feet makes you hungry. The world makes you hungry.
Your grab a pack of chips and devour it. You vomit.
You grab a cold sausage from the hot dog machine and devour it. You vomit.
You grab a chocolate bar, a frozen pizza, a sugar glazed doughnut. You vomit, you vomit, you vomit.
You're head is spinning, you have a hard time concentrating, you have a hard-on.
"Ding, dong" The door opens.
You smell cheap make up, cheap leather, cheap booze, young pussy, fresh pussy, drunken pussy.
Two beautiful teenagers, two beautiful girls, too good to be true.
You hide behind some shelves.
Hunger, hunger, hunger.
The teenagers grab a keg of beer and two bottles of cheap whiskey.
Hunger, hunger, hunger.
They walk to the counter.
Hunger, hunger, hunger.
You silently approach them, your saliva dripping from your open mouth.
Hunger, hunger, hunger.
You grab them by the back of the neck.
Hunger, hunger, hunger.
Instinctively you strike the artery of the one in your left hand.
Hunger, hun... Sex, sex, sex.
Satiated, you turn towards the remaining one, she's screaming, you smile.
Sex, sex, sex.
You rip her clothes off.
Sex, sex, sex.
You take out your erection.
Sex, sex, sex.
Pinning her to the ground, you penetrate her.
Sex, sex, sex.
You ravage her, you devastate her, you tear her apart.
Sex, sex, sex.
You cum.
Sex, sex... Hunger, hunger, hunger.
You drink her dry.
You smile. This is going to be fun. You howl.
Where to now?
