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Our Strength is My Fist in Your Cunt

Posted on January 19, 2017 by Avery Cassell

Editing Doily Is My Safeword: “How do you think we stay strong? We stay strong through our fucking, our lust and our love. Our strength is my fist in your cunt, your cunt clenching my fist, our pleasure. Do you … Continue reading →

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A Spell

Posted on May 5, 2013 by Avery Cassell

You slipped your paw inside of me, Like you were running to meet a bus, All full speed ahead, No hesitation. Me – I rolled over, Because that is what hedgehogs do best, I rolled over in a soft ball … Continue reading →

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You Missed Your Plane

Posted on April 26, 2013 by Avery Cassell

I hurried home from work, We could have lunch or we could fuck, No time for both, A quickie – sitting on the edge of bed, Sheets filthy and damp with come, Wastebasket overflowing with used gloves, Your bags packed … Continue reading →

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The Call Number (2013)

Posted on March 25, 2013 by Avery Cassell
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Never Calling

Posted on November 30, 2011 by Avery Cassell

I’m an orphan, Stroking my mustache – the prickly hairs, barely there, And you so far away – never calling me, My fingertip on my upper lip, Distracting me from wanting you. My words are nothing – my thoughts nothing, … Continue reading →

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