Sharpened labia of the night / Their breasts two strained and livid dots / Demons of piqued wicker drone...
You're a loony.
R1 = dark lesbian
Mesopotamian Mat Munchers.
Labia Loving Lascivious Looneys = Lesbians
Is this Mitchfest`s opening invocation?
Raw tits, flush with milk, a small goat follows at her scent. A mass of dark ravens mane fur flowing from the heaving meaty gland between her thick thighs. a warriors braid down her muscular back. an oxen's pelt over her broad shoulders. rich menstrual blood flows down onto her viking boot. her hooves, horn, and tail greased with the cunt musk of the villages ripest, thick titted virgins. This glorious, valiant, she-huntress scouting out all of the undergounds remaining outlawed cock, each one severed another feather in her dark crown
"...a small goat follows at her scent."
She glides from the church rooftop onto the brush and dead grass. Squealing as her pendulant breasts and nipple ring brush rock. Her crew cut shaved close, black bat wings fold into her fur matted, muscular back. She squats and sniffs around, smelling shit. Spotting a nice pile to her left, she devours it. A man walks by, she screeches demonically, lifts her wings to glide in his direction, teeth bared, shaking with rage, contempt, blind hate and fury. She swoops low
Sagged tits pounding furiously as the barrel chested lesbian runs from police. She wears cargo shorts 3 sizes too large with wallet chain, a wifebeater and gleaming white reeboks. Siren blaring as she climbs into a dumpster, sweat dripping down her mannish face, warm urine begins to spread through the crotch of her shorts. What was her crime? Is she just a dark lesbian?
Tits touch tits. Cellulite worshipped. Both of them sharing a warm milk bath. Michelle Shocked in the cd player. All of a sudden the house goes pitch black, a third huge brute woman kicks in the bathroom door. Dark lesbians
Dark lesb'an laughed and danced and lit the candles one by one!
Danced to her gypsy music til her brew was done!
An obese woman with shaved head and tribal breast tattoo moans low in the suffocating heat of a basement, both arms chained to the ceiling. A rat scurries across her teva'd foot, she cries out. There's death metal thundering mercilessly on an unseen speaker system. A nude, muscular woman walks slowly behind the captive and lashes her savagely with a leather whip. Such pleasure. Dark lesbians...
Please go on!
I laughed so hard there are tears!
The 4x4 pulls into the gluten free organic grocer, a 49 year old woman looks in the rearview and runs her hand through her salt and pepper butch cut, she cracks the widow for her wolf/german shepard mix. She exits the car when a small asian woman brandishing a switch blade appears from behind the garbage bin. "I cut your dick face bitch, give key." The woman ducks low an puts up both fists like a boxer, she and the asian begin circling each other. She growls as the asian advances with the blade. She attempts to throw a punch and the asian slashes her arm.
She's riding her quad through the forest trail in her cowboy hat. A fat, topless, 23 year old longhaired 'girly girl' has her arms wrapped around her waist. She feels so honorable, so strong with her girl holding her tight. The motor buzzes until they reach a clearing with a still smoking fire pit, it's a group of frat boys! and they immediate start to heckle the women. The quad's engine revs and theres an attempt to flee. The topless fat girl squeals as the boys snatch her from the back of the quad, they mock her breasts and throws rocks at the other woman speeding away on the quad. It's getting dark, dark lesbians
Who needs Mitchfest when you have Dark Lesbians!
I told you then, so I wouldn't have to tell you now.
A plantain plunged savagely into the butch dykes filthy meat hole. She breathlessly, desperately pleads "Noo, please! not without vasoline." Her cries go unheard as the long french cucumber enters her shitter.
What is this?
She gels back her hair, pops her collar, throws on her leather jacket. its a big night, shes meeting a potential new lover at the jill sobule concert. She locks her door, begins descending the stairs of her building but stops dead in her tracks as she hears the unmistakable sound of a monkeys howl. who is it? why is this happening? dark lesbians
"...but stops dead in her tracks as she hears the unmistakable sound of a monkeys howl. who is it? why is this happening? dark lesbians"
This is pure genius.
Two fatty dykes running through the jungle in south america. A jeep driven by a raving, half mad butch is hot on their trail. They're all high on cocaine. Dark lesbians
The lesbian holds a knife to the quivering throat of the male intruder. "This is the last time a god damn man comes in here." Her grip loosens ever so slightly and the man grabs the knife wielding arm from his left. There's a brutal struggle, swine like growls, gnashing of teeth.. Dark lesbians
Dancing, dancing, banana tits glisten in moonglow, hairy armpits a furious bush, long stringy grey hair is whipped from side to side before catching fire in the ceremonial fire pit and sparking a wild inferno atop the lesbian crones head. She moans low and continues dancing her nude jig. she does a combination backflip and jump to land on a giant wooden cross. she moans orgasmically at having mounted the cross. it is accomplished. Dark lesbians
I think you guys might like lesbian erotic classic the Viking "Rika's Jewel". It has sex rites involving ejaculating frozen cows ordained by runic symbols and human sacrifice with big-titted blondes holding knives. Dark lesbians.
WTF are "Dark Lesbians"?
Oh my god I can't breathe, this is my favorite DL thread that has no relation to current events. You guys are genius!
She enters the coffeehouse and barks at the glassy-eyed crowd. An old laptop crashes through the window, juices dripping down myriad thighs. Beneath the angry pine, five crones release their yarn. Dark lesbians.
A teen trollop is watching cartoons at her pimp's fetid bodega. Teddy Ruxpin falls through the roof, setting fire to dozens of bras. Who re-programmed it to hum Indigo Girls songs? Dark lesbians.
Pitch black tits, an ape's eyes, thin lips with buck teeth. she hides under your stairs, masturbating furiously. stimulating her lemur's clit like the madwoman she is. you hang up your coat as she grips your ankle. a gun shot goes off in the night. there's a mad dash into the bathroom, you lock the door.
She's looks like a man with tits, like a plumber.. she travels in a 1989 honda with a baby dyke and in the passenger seat, a fat new lover who is conventionally feminine, heterosexual, and completely unsuccessfull in attempts to leverage lesbian 'unavailability' into increased sexual interest from men. the baby dyke realizes they're going fast, so fast. "slow down!" the car flips down a ravine. it bursts into flames, only one of them crawls out, on fire, tits exposed. dark lesbians.
R33, u forgot the "Dark Lesbians." part.....
She looks like Arnold Schwarzenegger in 'Terminator 1'... with sagged tits. she rides a harley,with a saddle bag. In the saddle bag? her ex-lovers panties... and scalp. dark lesbians...
A hogtied butch thrown in the back of a pickup truck, flesh thuds hard on metal. A dyke in a captain's hat steps on the gas, floors it. Soon they're going 90, the butch begins to frantically untie her hands. She loosens the rope and pops up terrifying the driver, driver swerves and the butch stands and jumps from the truck into a ravine at the side of the highway. she tumbles, tumbles, and her tee shirt is ripped clean off. she lands with a thud beside a dried bush. her roped feet have come undone in the tumble. she jumps back up and scrambles up the hill. a gay in a smartcar stops and lets her in. they decide to go after the captain. step on the gas. revenge. bloodlust. dark lesbians
Not a Gaiman fan.
R38, his wife could be an actress in the movie version of "Dark Lesbians"
A lesbian at your window in the middle of the night. She wants to use your phone for a local call. She's been locked out, she's lost. You're terrified, you can't move, but for some reason you comply, lift the window and hand her your phone. She breathes heavy and caresses your hand as you pass her the phone. She dials the numbers exrutiatingly slow, mumbles something indecipherable into the reciever. hanging up, she hands it back and caresses you again, your hear her shuffling away, exiting the yard dragging a bag of aluminum cans behind her, you hear the fence open then she calls to you again, asks if she can have a drink from your hose.
"A lesbian is in the yard again!" the child screams. "Bolt the door, lock the windows, hurry!" the mother replies before running into the cellar and grabbing her rifle.
Fuck I must be the only one with literary talent. i thought gays were clever.
I'm confused, R42 - are you saying you're not clever? You posted the last few 'dark lesbian' scenarios.
whoever was posting at r8, r10, r12, r13, r15, r17, and r18 had me in literal tears, stomach hurting from laughing. After that... well...no so much.
Well thanks dude, i wrote all those. then when u said u liked it, think i tried too hard. �haha. man, i wrote all of these except the like teddy rukpin one and the one before it
Fuck straight men like R44/R45. Who said they could be here? This is a gay website.
your momma, r46
The bespectecled, longhair grey hag suckles at the teet of her lover like a newborn babe. The sheets are drenched with sour she-juice. It smells like a shitter in their bedroom. It's dark and warm in there like a womb. Ani DiFranco (pre-man loving traitor era) coos and wails and thumps on their shitty little boombox. They live in the ghetto, and bring home their locally grown organic co-op produce box each week. Each week they'll beam at the glorious red of the beets or ardent green of the cilantro. As the hag moves into finger her lover, a man kicks in the door. Blood curdling screams... The sound of hatred itself. A nude struggle. Darklesbians
Date rape or hate bash anyone lately, R47? Death to straight men.
R47 is no different than the other arrogant straight men who feel entitled to invade other people's spaces. He's probably spent the day legislating women's bodies, or jeering gay men who still can't get married.
lol, that must be a dark lesbian hating on straight men... what kind of gay hates straight men? shit, straight guys their favorites.
Omg we have a real life dark lesbian in here bashing men!! I'm a total gay and I wrote all these (i know u sisters too well!!). the straight guys my supporter and fan, don't fuckin hate on him and talking shit on him for being a man, im a man too and a gay and i wrote all this truthful shit about u hahaha. ur just a man hater, jealous of juicy, delicious hanging cocks
This kind of gay man hates straight men. The kind of gay man who got assaulted by straight men in high school.
Who said all gay men love straight men? Please. Those assholes are responsible for nearly all our wars and economic woes. Part of why the DL is so fun and safe is that they don't come in here loudly proclaiming their presence.
Dark Lesbian laughed and danced and lit the candles one by one.
1) me, a gay, wrote all these, its fuckin humor and satire (and the truth)
2) stfu, go get some counseling for your str8 man issues and leave my straight supporter the fuck alone, he goes where he wants, youre obviously at least in your deep 50s and believe in a ghettoization, disco popper idea of gay manhood thats only an embarassment to us younger and or more involved. dont fuckin pick on str8 people, its not cool.
3) maybe u r a gay but u sound like a dark lesbian,, hatin.... excludin.. grotesquein
[quote]Dark Lesbian laughed and danced and lit the candles one by one.
Danced to her gypsy music till her booze gone.
R56 = Brandon
The thread has concluded.
I'm in my twenties, Brandon. We no longer support your fortysomething slavery to straight men.
Brandon? bitch, don't know him. I'm in my early mid-thirties, honey. And oh hell no, who do you think u are saying our delicious thread is over? i mean YOU almost killed it with your hateration but you cant. I am no slave to straight men, theyre my hags, my fans, supporters, or potential bi-sexual lovers. and i dont know, maybe im scrappy honey but a motherfucker only gets to assault ME once, sorry about high school. and you are SO like a dark lesbian, you hate a whole group of people huh? want to exclude them.. wow thats healthy,intelligent, cool, uh huh... just get out me and my allies thread
Is it true that dark lesbians, like their dark brethren, will not go down?
Stud dyke beating a man outside the club, crowd gathering. she flashes a gang sign, red bandana on fire, shorts down near to the ankle, tube sock covering any exposed leg. she kicks the man, again, again...
What is this thread?
Gay men are such assholes.
Lesbians are such cunts.
No, it is straight men who are cunts.
This thread jumped the shark at:
[quote]She looks like Arnold Schwarzenegger in 'Terminator 1'... with sagged tits. she rides a harley,with a saddle bag. In the saddle bag? her ex-lovers panties... and scalp. dark lesbians...
You're not clever, dear.
R69 they cant all be great, why dont you write one, go ahead.. fuck if im not clever, u bitch.
Pussy on fire. Savage tits. A low guttural moan. Dark lesbian dancing, around and around, high kick each time. Long glorious blonde mane, new extensions, fresh tracks down her back. Misty cigarettes, smoky haze, cat eye, pout lips. Do you know her?
Sorry, some of these are funny.
Please don't fight in the Dark Lesbians thread!
It was such a funny, random, and unexpected topic. We don't even have a definition for a "dark lesbian", but it doesn't stop the hilarious writers from making a new version of a dark lesbian each time. Why does there need to be gay/straight bashing on a GAY website? Aren't we all sick of it already. Can't we all just laugh together?
Wait, what's that noise. Is someone in here? Do i smell burning hair? *footsteps* ... Dark lesbians.
Are they like Dark Phoenix? Do they consume distant stars and wipe out civilizations of five billion people?
I didn't get it before, but I get it now. Here I sit, throwing back Coronas in front of a window in the heart of the lesbian Mecca. It's pouring from my heart..
Birkenstocks, road bike, lady with a beard. Tree tattoo. Hitler hairdo happy trail hipsters. Bohemian bones rattling, exposed keg bellies jiggling in the taco scented breeze. Somewhere in a bike basket, a weed brownie is nestled in the cloth of a purple bandana. Someone has spilled PBR on the crotch of her pants.
Butch lesbian tits shielded by a sandwich board, under the sweltering sun, a Mexican daddy gives you the look. Esta noche? Dark lesbians.
Her lover's ex-lover was arriving in town, Nae couldn't help but be jealous, Kimya, the ex, was a major heartthrob in the lesbian community, she was a deaf mute, epileptic, wheelchair bound performance artist who hadn't shaved in 17 years. Everyone knew Kimya..
sinister sapphos sneering, snorting, sinning
that late afternoon vicious christian recruiter, now stripped and writhing
beneath the approving yellow gleam of a drake's leer
blonde tresses torn now, and lashing in bull dyke thunder claps
transgressive workboots stomp in thyme
a labial beatdown, a fingerbang to forever,
boundaries blasted, let the river just flow now, gush and
whisper no more
Hilarious. Can you please tell poor me what "dark lesbians" are?
R77 you clearly don't belong here with your fancy writing and shit
Filthy feet in rubber thongs, a slight bellbottom jean shredded at the cuff, her hunched frame in a burnt orange tanktop. long, thin, straight brown hair. one front tooth left. she has a fuck you look and a gpc 100 in her left hand. life's been a hard, long, fucked up trip, the party went on too many years before she even knew yet. every man took a shit on her or left her with a kid he didn't want. she used to want more when she used to want things. when she was a kid she could dance all night, before all night became fuzzy posters and meth, gettin a beer poured over her head then locked out of the trailer by whichever man had the sack that night. the dykes werent no better. Jealous, angry, they would knock her around the trailer, blacken her eye. But there was Joanie, yeah Joanie was different, real tender like, she even went to community college for a semester back in the day. Yeah Joanie had plans. Too bad she got ran over by that diesel.
A labial beat down and a finger bang to forever go on with yer bad self R77 *clapping*
Fat cheeked boyish face flushed and quivering with fear, coke bottle glasses, sweat stained wife beater. She's mustering up her courage to walk over to one of the popular girls to ask her to dance. Mind racing, she goes over and taps her crush on the shoulder. "Can I have this dance m'lady?"... "What?! aren't you a girl? Look at your big boobs! Gross, my boyfriend will kick your ass!" ...mad dash through the gym doors, tear stained cheeks. dark lesbians.
Webmaster, delete this thread!
Can someone please do a "dark faggots" or "dark queens" thread?
too close to home for @R84
sweat stained flannel thongs stuffed down her throat. fear mixed with arousal as the pendulous beast forces her nubile thighs apart. the virgin's drippings collected in a cast iron skillet. breath so hot and rank and smelling of the largest fish kill known to mankind it could stun an elephant. the beast opens her duffle filled with wooden dowels of all sizes - stained with a dark, crusted matter. the beast drools and giggles as she makes her selection of tools to last the night. dark lesbians.
Only if there were a 'dark breeder men' thread first, R84. Death to straight males.
"They stole my milk. Schoolteacher and his boys. They stole my milk." The lesbian runs through the forest on bare foot. "Got a choke cherry tree on my back."
You got 2 legs not 4, sethe.
You got 2 legs not 4, sethe.
Orange afro under a straw hat, witches face.. brutally whipping the horse driving her carriage. She's come into the village for fresh tit, and she'll get it. dark lesbians.
Vegan drone. Nipples like lipstick tubes. Colors that pop. Incandescent rapes. Too close to the light. Fever drones. Estrogren burns. She tastes American.
I would buy a book of this sick verse. dark lesbians
What's the age range of the main writer in here, JW?
U-Haul. My magic box on wheels to take me to my new love anon with all my prized possessions. My magic box quivers in anticipation of my life with (fill in name here).
All men lie, all men are liars. Her cunt's wasted, but her cunt's on fire. Angry shoulders, angry life, fuck if she'll ever be 'some little wife'. Throwin punches, downin' gin, life aint easy for these wannabe men.
She waves down the impala on 76th and washington "You lookin ta go out?"... "how much?" "$20 a blow, $40 half n half, $50 around the world."... "i'll give you ten for the ass." she looks around the boulevard then jumps in the car. darklesbians
I was talking not two days, to a certain butch dyke I'm lucky to know, and I asked Dana, my butch dyke friend, if I should bother dating unfamous men, and dana said "You're lucky to even know me, you're lucky to be alive, you're lucky to be drinkin here for free cos i'm a sucker for your lucky, pretty eyes...
"She ugly, don't even look like she kin to Nettie. But she'll make the better wife. She aint smart either, and I'll just be fair, you have to watch her or she'll give away everything you own. But she can work like a man."
Shit smeared tits. a hyena's cry. a lesbian of all 4's. a quest for fire. a cave rape. dark lesbians.
Sunburnt tits on the homely, deaf, auburn haired lesbian hag. Tits serving no allure or enchantment, they are just wasted, nasty little meat sacks with a raw pink nipple. freckled... ugly, nothing to fucking look at. She is actually heterosexual but pretends to be lesbian because it better suits her ugly fuckin aggressive attitude and big ego. also, men don't want her. darklesbians
Wow, what was that R101? That was just plain mean.
Who pissed in your Kashi this morning?
@R102, That's not a story, I know a woman exactly like that.
Milked lesbian tits.
Quoting FUTURE posts? What?
Obscenely ripened butt cheeks on the lesbian in lee denim on the dancefloor of the country bar. She's in full cowgirl motif, hat, pointy boots, western shirt. She's a vision of Johnny Cash, and she knows it.. Cat calls and whistles, she's gleaming as she sheepishly looks down, eyes following her hot little boots in the two step. Next it's the electric slide... dark lesbians
If you are trying to summon up a Dark Lesbian, first you must draw a pentagram on the floor , surround it with a circle of sea salt, then write within the pentagram with menstrual blood the sacred words...
"Mobility Scooter Parking Only"
Some women are born to lesbianism
and then there are those women who have lesbianism thrust upon them.
Why so much lesbian anger, sadness, and loathing?
Why are we so petty with our sisters, seething over slights real or imagined, always waiting for the faintest whisper of contempt or loathing, anything to unite us in anger rather than divide us in our submission. Our laughter meted out like a misers coal, tending meagre lachrymose fires, our joyous souls solemnly guarded like a stone fortress that protects us from our desires ?
Judging? Whispering? Envying? Blaming? Loving ? Longing? Lusting? Hating? Ignoring?
oh for a world of saphhic ideals of the unity of feminine love and the solidarity of sisterhood and strength of our nurturing life giving bodies...
We have birthed a world that mocks us and demands our obeyance to the masters we once suckled at our breasts
Our language cannot spell happiness without a penis, the two words flow uncontrollably together off our scolding but envious tongues
happiness penis happiness penis hapenis hapenis hapenis a penis a penis a penis
We who give life to all, mothers of the earth and all its children , nourishing humanity with our ample bosom, we have no happiness of our own...only a hole where one should be.
sum raped bitch with a shag haircut and a black eye crawls underneath the little fence behind the gas station as a butch is exiting the restroom, the butch goes "who fuckin did this?!", the lil bitch looks up and answers the butch "it was a man" . . dark lesbians
silver mullet helmet. red, obscene, drunken face. she grabs a young woman's cunt who passes the bar. growls "gimme sum".
A knife held to a set of heaving tits when a lesbian kicks in the bathroom stall and tosses the rapist away from the sensuous, classically beautiful woman being attacked. The lesbian is short, fat, grey hair cut like a mans, hazy glasses, dick nose, red skin from drinking, hiking boots, denim sportshirt tucked into light blue kmart jeans. she brutally beats the would be rapist as the woman watches. there's a new hero. dark lesbians
Violently pushed and passed back and forth between a group of hollering dykes. They're groping tits, slapping cheeks, grabbing at her cunt, they force her to slowly dirty dance with them. One of them rips off her top so she's nude except for a pair of daisy dukes. There's an attempt to run .. but a bunch of dykes drag her back. Violent rape on a pinball machine. dark lesbians.
Lesbian on the run from a group of blacks. She's bellowing "help me" in that flat, deep voice. She trips on her aasic and the cuff of her wrangler jeans. She falls right on her breasts and cries out. The leader of the blacks holds a glock to her temple. Dark lesbians
We see each other, you walk over to me from across the club, fedora tipped, one eye covered with a braid, you look up, ask "Do I know you?"
The glorious butch dyke strides into town triumphantly on her donkey. She has one last feast with her crones then a walk in the garden with three fellow dykes. In the morning she is confronted by man who asks her if she's the king, "So you say" replies the dyke. The dyke is arrested for this and savagely flogged and mocked before a court of men. "If you are the king you will wear this crown of thorns and wear this purple robe!" the dyke cries out as they affix the crown and flogg her prone cellulite ridden buttocks and roll covered back...
Dark lesbians played black magic till the hand struck on the twelve! She told me more about sourcream than I knew myself!
The crowd of men then force the dyke to march across town carrying a crucifix, they whip and flog her savagely and she cries out. Her mother, some followers, and her reformed meth hooker lover follow after her and whine and moan and beg for the dykes release but there will be none! the flogging and marching continues to the area where the crucifixion will commence. hands and feet nailed, the cross is erected while the dyke moans low like a man wearing her crown of mockery the men affixed to her.....
they leave the rotten butch on the cross overnight. in the morning the men come to break her legs so she'll die faster "thinks she's the king?! we showed that dyke!", when the men walk up to the cross they see she's already dead, one man says to another, "get a spear, we'll stab her see if she's alive." the second man comes back with a giant rubber dildo and he plunges it into her cunt, the dyke doesn't flinch,she's dead.
did the dyke rise again? no. no it did not.
That last one got really disturbing.
The passion of the dyke. that's spiritual
Prone crone, sunbathing nude in a shit pit amongst 7 obese virgins in kan-tuck-ee, land of the cuntess mothers. She slides her reptilian tongue around her cankerous mouth hole then plunges a gangrenous thumb into her monsters twat whilst screaming up to the fucking gods. dark lesbians.
The dark lesbian giggled quietly to herself. Silly dark gay men, she thought. Not one had a real nail but rather "nailed" her up with picture hooks. The shrieks of pain as dark gay after dark gay hit their thumbs trying to nail her to the cross was all too much. Christ on a cracker she thought, who are these idiots? And then wondered "who in the fuck is Christ?"
Once the dark gays ran off to the clubs, the dark lesbian freed herself from the picture hooks with the assistance of her friends Monica and Debbie. After a short confab, the dark lesbian and her friends broke into the houses of the dark gays and re-hung their artwork WAY too high, who were still dancing the night away.
Shrieks were heard throughout the kingdom that night.
behind these walls. lesbian rapes. prison yards black eyes over lipstick. shower sharks and cunted "daddy's". pillows cover the muffled cries of being turned out. in here were the chickenhawk flies, dark lesbians of the inside..
Furiously milked lesbian tits as she's growling and moaning on all fours, bent over a large tin bucket in the suffocatingly hot and filthy barn. all of sudden a black transexual kicks though the barn door screaming "help me! i've been raped." Fake jewels, glitter, sweat, feathers, lube, strands of a horse hair weave are everywhere. the tranny looks into the eyes of the milked lesbian on all fours and shrills an obscene cry "help mayyyyy!!"
Horns for tits
Swines, small piglets suckling at lesbian teats, large eyed bovine thrashing about with the lesbian battling for cud. running from pitchforks and electric prod. lesbian on all fours. rare breed. darklesbian
The brutality of cock
creamed corn splashed on hanging white pink nippled lesbian tits. a circle of dyke flesh masturbating to mary stuart masterson in some kind of wonderful. the cruel betrayal of baby dykes who long for peen. a fire in the dyke's living room. a nude beating, dyke on dyke. fire extiguisher spraying prone tits. a nude dyke arrest "please cover yourself sir"
So this thread is all one nutjob replying to his/her/itself?
Move on, nothing to see here.
@R29 why would you try to ban this? you fucking dyke.
Sweat pouring down flushed lesbian face as she runs into the Koa campground office begging for help. "they stole my shit, they put a cigarette butt in my cooler, they pissed in my tent then spray painted a huge cock on the side of it." the old koa man looks her up and down says "we don't want your kind here." dark lesbians
So dark they can't be seen. Moving through the night like a a burrito moves through Jennifer Aniston. Are they here now? Did they leave? Did.....they ever really exist? Dark lesbians.
Lesbian choked at dawn. Wranglers tucked into cowboy boots come undone. Belts unclasped. A knife held up to heaving tits. Lined face grimaces in anguish. A hanful of short grey hair.
the crazy rhubarb lady peeks into the open window as two lesbians are scissoring feverishly
rice patty tits on the gleeful asian lesbian running through the alleys of chinatown as shes stolen another of mr. wu's prized cocks.
nude dancing. gyrating belly and sagged teats, cellulite ridden leg stuffed in a high heel. plastic hair on the sad, disease ridden lesbian circling the pole. can u see her? can you see her tear stained cheeks underneath the clown makeup? dark lesbians
Lesbian running towards the mechanical gate. Cell phone on the belt of her wranglers, fanny pack, crew cut, she smells of whiskey and nicotine. Help me, she cries. she's sweating, looking from side to side in panic, then a rubber cock is flung her way from behind a parked car, a gunshot rings out. dark lesbians
A five gun salute to the fallen lesbian officer who was shot by a half-crazed butch while investigating a dildo burglary in the local trailer park. Her lover mounts the coffin, her body shudders violently as the next gun goes off. Why? whyeee? A stoic butch in the backrow is reduced to sobbing girlish tears.
"a small goat follows at her scent"
OMG. My sides are literally aching at this thread. Carry on
I love that Cher song!
Let's get to the part where the dark lesbians light the candles one by one...CLAP CLAP!
Carrot orange curly mullet, angry baby face. She curses as her filthy old hatchback sputters out in a cloud of smoke. You could help her but you dont. "Trash" you call out from your car window. "Fuck you" she growls and starts running... Dark lesbians
the dyke lunges at the man with the knife. she trips and they roll around on top of each other down the dirt hill. her whisky soaked breath growls in his ear. "you aint worth the cock between your legs, grrr, i'm gonna cut it!" Just as she finishes saying this the man cold cocks her in the jaw...
the dyke lunges at the man with the knife. she trips and they roll around on top of each other down the dirt hill. her whisky soaked breath growls in his ear. "you aint worth the cock between your legs, grrr, i'm gonna cut it!" Just as she finishes saying this the man cold cocks her in the jaw...
Trucker cap askew, carpenter shorts stained with the greases of hot wings and the previous night's lady ham. Short, round, and close to the ground, she wobbles up to the counter at CVS. "Pack'a Kools" she hisses at the elderly clerk, slamming a sixer of Genesse cream ale onto the counter. Dark lesbians
AIDs dementia is a sad thing.
Butch with a cock eye rubbing her palms together to stay warm. "Hey man, you got a cigarette? Can I use your phone? You wouldn't believe what happened. The motherfuckers..." You look her in the eye, say "trash". Her impotent rage burns you. She kicks the garbage can. She starts circling you, "Wanna piece of me?"
switchblade held up to the lesbians quivering chin by another bull. vicious struggle, exposed tit, blackened eye. short grey hair pulled, a silhouette of a butch's face in agony against the alley wall. whiskey sweat. adrenaline. darklesbians
the lesbian shivers in bed from aids. her stringy, unwashed grey hair stuck to her ashen, bespectacled face. she moans out in agony as just then she hears the window of her back door broken with a fist. "oh no" she mutters as she crawls out of bed and limps down the hall, "wait, don't!" the intruder spots her and tazes her in the back. her breasts jiggle in a mad spasm as the current ravishes her body. "i know why you're herrre" she mutter between convulsions. dark lesbians
Blackened, shit smeared face. Roped hands. The barren, gorilla titted lesbian gallops to keep pace behind the the farmers wagon. She falls and is dragged a distance, squealing as her tits are caked with mud and dragged through the brush. "God help me" she growls
Cowboy boots with spurs. She walks in the bar like she owns it. Grabs the first blonde she sees and cups her tits. "Mine..." she hisses. Another butch with her back turned swings around in her stool and throws a punch.
Sitting on your porch in the dead of night smoking a cigarette when an unidentified mexican van rounds the corner and a lesbian is thrown from it onto your lawn at high speed. Why is this happening? Dark lesbians
Will Mrs. Patsy Ramsey make an appearance here?
Splooge flying across the room onto a pair of lesbian tits
Burnt lips, hair on fire. tits exposed in the night. riding bareback on a dirtbike, 69mph. a wheelchair doubling as a shopping cart, it contains her bed roll. red, puffy, drunken face, she cries out at the passerbys. filthy,long fingernails, fingerless gloves. she cups your hand, and your daughter's breast.. dark lesbians
69 mph lol
Lesbian in a blonde fright wig with coal rimmed eyes, quivering lips and a cigarette. She's fuckin pissed. Hand on the stick shift. She watches as the house smokes, ambulance arrives, and a fat tweaker woman runs from the home while on fire. 7 dogs pulled from the home, yes, animal hoarding. the lesbian smacks n purses her lips then fiddles her long, finger like nipple before driving offf. dark lesbians.
Ravaged lesbian flesh. Her butch lover kicks in the door and it flies clean off the hinges landing on top of her and smothering her breasts. The butch leaps off and throws the door like it weighs two pounds. She kicks her lover's vagina. She grasps the christmas tree and begins heaving outside through the gap in the wall where the door was. Dark Lesbians
This has been the strangest thread I've ever read. Dark Lesbians.
The rape, torture and lynching scenarios are seriously disturbing.
Lol@disturbing rape/lynching/murder scenarios. Take a fucking joke.
a lack of respect for people or things that are generally taken seriously.
"an attitude of irreverence toward politicians"
Something dark lesbian's don't understand. I don't think anyone respects them, though.
The only torture one that sucks is the ones that are supposed to be about a lesbian Jesus. If you reread them I tried to reinterpret the actual passion story but it came out like shit..
OMG this thread makes me laugh.
Black witches tit. Lesbian moans and screams outside your window. Let her in, Let her in your heart tells you. Her eyes are pleading and tortured. You run to the kitchen and and grab a hard as a rock vegan biscuit, "Maybe it's hungry?" you say to yourself. You crack the window and pass her the morsel and she grunts. Her filthy fingers caress yours.
You had me at 'black witches tit' LMMFAO
Come take care of Mommy, Precious
Cowboy boot on the metal bed frame, sheet covering her cunt. Smoking a cig, sun burnt tits exposed to the air, a fly buzzes around, lands on her sweaty, red face. "Motherfucker" she growls. She drops a hot ash into the sheets. Continues smokin her cig when black smoke starts billoeing behind her. the pillow bursts into flames, she tosses it on her lovers fat back. inferno. darklesbians
If Satan doesn't exist then why are there......dark lesbians.
Lesbian climbing the chain link fence. Her Ravaged boy face grimaces in pain as the large rock connects with her back. Anguish. Raw fear. Dark lesbians. Tit of the night.
Lesbian chased through the corn fields breasts flapping. She's stolen the farmer's scarecrow. He saw her and shot his rifle into the air and began Chase. "Fuck u old man" screams the indignant lesbian. She's armed with only a slingshot.
Lesbian comes to the window. She crawls inside and waits by the light of the moon. She'll be home soon. Dark Lesbian.
They know when you are sleeping, they know when you're awake.....
A christmas present flies across as the room as the busty, bohemian dressed lesbian hurriedly packs her getaway bag. "Why would you leave me noww?" hollers the butch. "I'm in love with Chantal!", vicious struggle, gun goes off. A butch in the night. Gnash of teeth. The dildo rolls under the bed.. dark lesbians
The lesbian terrified. Shaking. Anguished tears fall from her mannish face. She hears them outside. Doing whatever they're doing. The doorbell rings for a second time as the lesbian summons the entirety of her courage to stand from the couch, unlock each lock and open the door. She opens the door and looks down. Yes. A flaming bag of shit. The lesbians cries out. The mocking laughter of children from the bushes in the corner of the yard. Dark Lesbians.
Ravaged lesbian crone wearing a dogs pelt and the finest tinfoil jewelry hunching through the downtown square as she's pelted with a handful of dog feces. She throws up her hands in rage, waving her cane at the sky, her pelt flies off, sagged tits exposed. She begins running at no one in particular. A rubber dildo cock flies over her shoulder. She lunges for it.
Oh r173, that's the funniest remark on this thread. Lol for certain.
Defiant lesbian led nude and cuffed into a flashing cruiser.
Lesbian thrashing under the covers. Fever dream. She's high on molly. the curtains are billowing. the room fills with an orange light. an alien slips through her window, stands over her. mama? asks the lesbian. the alien responds by releasing laser beams from its cold dead eyes onto the lesbians breasts. the lesbian has a vicious seizure. the other aliens in the spaceship watcing on a closed circuit screen are laughing. dark lesbians
R185 just killed me. LOL4ever
Black winter evening, the sound of patriarchal church bells ringing like oppressive steel gonads in the night, a darkness spotted with falling icy stars.
Gerda, a thick skinned, ripe German maid, quivers nude before the vigorous licks of fire extending from a fireplace maw, awaiting the return of Frau Lichten. Outside on this solstice, the dead phallic trees stare in seeming hunger through the window as Gerda's thighs press and stroke against each other in hunger and confusion. No one told her of these pleasures in the simple mountain village of her birth. She studies the swirling snow as it strokes the black night. Gerda hears a creak. It is Frau Lichten, appearing around the corner with...that thing: a creased and studded black scepter of nightmare proportions bound to the militarized bone piecework of the frau's pelvis.
The stillness of the night suggests awesome anticipation. Frau Gerda offers a knowing, determined smile. The solstice ritual has begun. Dark lesbians.
Feverish dripping of lesbian cunt. Fat dirty nailed fingers. A blonde curl stuck to a double chn. She only breathes out, the pant of a dog. She's in labor but will deliver divine pleasure not a child. A bull lifts her head up from the cunt. Glowing red pig eyes. The cellulite of the prone bottom lesbian rippling like a sea tide. The bed is a barn.
Reading these aloud with friends, raging debate ensues: funnier to read in Tom Waits growly voice or in deep I-Am-Womon poetry slam voice?
Perverse hungerings. An offering of dimpled pig flesh. A bull in a cop hat and spiked collar. The lash of a whip. Cries of sorrow. A fat woman spinning from the ceiling like a top, each rivet a blur of pink flesh and full bush. She's hungering. Fingers enter as the captive swine grunts. A ceiling collapse. The slave comes crashing to the floor. The butch rises. Another lash of the whip. Dark lesbians.
Sharkeesha exposes her raw tit to the middle-aged subway toll booth woman. their eyes lock in a filthy struggle.
lol lol more
You like box or stick? demands the prison guard as she forces Blythe Danner to her knees with head pressed against the bars. "I wont!" cries Blythe.
A prophecy whispered from generation to generation, in the secrecy of menses huts across the plains - that one day all women will bleed in unison - and a never-ending river of blood streaking down unshaved thighs, filling the streets, raging rapids, killing, cleansing...and there she is - proudly navigating these waters on a used paddle board bought off Craigslist, wearing cut off jean shorts, combat boots, a mullet and wraparound sport sunglasses. Dark Lesbians.
Gwenyth's halo of mortal privilege offered no protection on that sinister, pre-Christmas evening, the night of The Homeless Drake n' Dyke Hostel, a gleaming steel edifice shaped like a chrome oyster along the Hudson River. After preening and gleaming for the media scrum, Gwynneth enters the event, passing through artfully lit passageways, simulating a journey into dreams, the subconscious, a moral and psychological time-void.
Gweneth slips on a greasy dark floor, no doubt the error of some mopping brown slave. A shining black panel opens and Gwenneth feels nothing, hearing only the whistling of cold, manufactured air as she spins and drops into a now-damp void. Her patrician pelvis slams onto a beaten, filthy mattress, scented pleasantly by ocean brine.
Angry, poised, pissed and pouty, Gwweneth peers into the darkness, calling out for issuances of responsibility, for apologies, for hands to help. Instead, in this dark basement area, she sees eyes. Peering, leering, mirthful eyes. She spots a ripped bicep, neat, tight, raising a mystical-looking vibrator into a prism of rare light. Gwennnyth examines her pale legs: panties torn away, gown ripped to pieces, her prim quim beating like a drum at a Mayan ritual sacrifice. She hears the sound of mechanical grinding, of electricity coursing through the innermost rubber workings of the futuristic phallus. Gwwenyth realizes she is quite surrounded.
Tegan and Sara bumping on the radio. A baby dyke with a rockabilly haircut and a lip ring is getting her cunt ate by her native american lover. Just then a dagger kicks in the front door and throws a molotov cocktail against the wall and the curtain ignites. The indian woman screams and the baby dyke scrambles to pull up her britches.
The bull has her hand up the fat girl's shirt. "No, don't" I'm not gay says the ripened swine. "I need it" says the bull.
Gimme sum pussy bitch bellows the lesbian. The nude woman runs through the park in horror, hops a chain link fence
What is it with you fucking faggots hating on lesbians anyway? Like they're the ennemy
You fucking waste of DNA go choke on a dick the world won't miss you
R199 hey hey hey this thread had been OK-ed by many lesbians, so don't jump to conclusions. I've been a supporter since the beginning.
I'm bisexual myself (so I get harassed by both the DL gay men and lesbians, and pretty much the whole queer community) so im only half lesbian but I appreciate the humor in this thread. It pokes fun at stereotypes (which is often what comedians do) and gives you a story to laugh at.
Personally, I think the thread is fine but could use some better grammar. The OP is a writer of some type IIRC, and writes beautifully, though.
THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS.
Which posts made you say beautiful writing R200?
'i'm innocent' pleads the cuffed lesbian to the policeman. 'settle down sir' commands the officer, he maces the drake as she cries out. in the next instant a nude and bound bear like woman falls through the closet door and smashes to the ground. dark lesbians.
R198 doesn't get the irony of her coming in here humourlessly angry, does she?
The brute savagely connects her cane with the mexican illegal's back. Anguish. Dark lesbians
Is it me or is it hot in here? asks the lesbian. the cab driver turns up the death metal louder and clicks the childproof locks. The lesbian bellows "don't do this" as the driver steps on the gas. palm on safety glass. legs akimbo, savage growl, the driver removes her wig and cap, surprise! it's the captain. dark lesbians
The captain is known for her savage whip and for the abductions of dozens of fellow britches. Her origins are in Argentina where she learned the sacred art of savage erotica... herself once a student. Dark lesbians.
R204 A cane! More! More canes please lmao.
I'm a lesbian. I love this thread. The only thing I regret is that the stereotypes of insufferable lesbians being used here are old now. There are few "daggers" now. Less moon cysters. It's more academic and fussy.
These kids are over-educated in the ways of women's and gender studies — so any awkward/atypical personal characteristic has been analyzed to death in at least 50 term papers across the country for any given semester and given heavy socio-historic meaning. They wear bow ties and use words like "microaggressions" and "cis-privilege" and can suck the fun out of a room in a single blog post.
They talk about nothing but sex and gender, and yet they are so priggish about approaching each other to get fucked — unless its a safe space where it's been pre-determined to be okay to approach someone and ask them to fuck. I hang out with bisexual girls now.
Accusations of cock hunger, of shaking her ass, the lesbian lifts her cane and connects it to the side of her lovers head. Loss of consciousness.
Fresh cane. vulva explodes pink. the shuddering of armenian tits absorbing the shocks of a lesbian's motorbike. A bull with an earring like kanye. White kicks, pants slung below her generous cheeks. fingers in cunts to the knuckle. a heartbreaking bass line. dark lesbians forever on her side and her side.
Swine like growl. A lesbian spread eagle and bound under a pentagram. Goat's blood splashed on prone tits. Chanting from a coven of butch. Long haired hags dancing nude jigs. A Sarah McLaughlin poster defiled with sharpied devil horns a van dyke. A candle's wax spilled on the sacrifice's lush bush. A rubber dildo cock hidden in a combat boot. A crone screams in delicious demonic pleasure as a crucifix enters a cunt. A slave breaks through from a linen closet and makes a mad nude dash through the backdoor. A butch in a hood takes flight after her. Dark lesbians
Obscene penetrations. Supine butch, nude on Disneyland's teacups ride. A lesbian hiding in the walls. dental dams be damned she's barbacking her sow.
Lesbian confessing her love to a faghag. Bisexual confusion. The faghag decides she can never love anyone as much as her fag and opts out of her chance at happiness with the lesbian. Sorrow. dark lesbians.
Lesbian with 11 cats stumbles nude to the front door. it's the cops, she slams the door
Lesbian nude on the couch watching Judge Judy. Six months of depression, cat filth everywhere. Shit on the walls. A man knocks on the door. She answers it, he notices her tits and she gets moist. New beginning? Dark lesbians
taut lesbian flesh. a nail pound thru a lesbian's hand. orgasmic shreik. erected cross. dark lesbians
Followed by gender norms through the alleys of a big city, the alleys of the mind. Ze reaches into zir Jack Spade bag, cradling a switch blade with scarred, strong hands. Ze shivers. Fifteen minutes ago, ze held it to the throat of a teenage boy who called zir a "faggot bitch" on the corner.
Ze rubbed zir soft pack against the boy's thigh while ze held the knife against his neck and its stubble — so natural, so taken for granted.
Ze hated the boy for his cisprivilege, even as ze was turned on by it. Ze would make him pay.
"How about I make you lick estrogen cream off my cock?" ze hissed into his ear.
The revolution is now!
Lesbian under the christmas tree, wearing only a santa hat. Bottle of jack seemingly glued to her right hand. You walk into the living room, she throws a punch. You attempt to cover her but she throws off the blanket. "You never cared for me!" she cries out. Then she takes a razor blade and halfheartedly begins to try and cut her arm, her wrists. She's so drunk, she's only slicing the air.
Spider-walking across a coke stained kitchen floor.
Rope burns on tits.
Christmas tree on fire. Lesbian screamin. Each limb roped. A man comin in the house. Down the chimney. Fuckin screamin. Dark lesbians.
Lesbian on your roof. Merry Christmas.
Maroon rug burns on bended knees. The humid breath of an insolent pussy. Mashed succulence. Know This! Pleasure is subjective, my naked one. Lay back. Spread your massive thighs and take me to Africa! Dark Lesbians.
Lesbian holding hands with the young Mexican national. Promising her everything. Hola Chula. Dark lesbians.
Lesbian parking her rig. A lizard appears at her window. Mullet, sweat suit, lace up boots, vinyl purse no bigger than a loaf of bread. "Ya lookin for a friend tonight?" The lesbian looks up, looks her in the eye. "A friend?"
Turned out lesbian flesh. The bull rides tonight. She never falls off. Tattooed titties. Wild horses running through enchanted forests.
Lesbian wearing a grill pulls her lowrider up to the curb. You want to get in, but you're afraid.
Better to be a dyke than a faggot. You fags can't even have unprotected sex with a committed partner because if they do have sex outside the relationship, which let's face is very likely, the worst case scenario isn't a pesky STD but AIDS, the worst disease imaginable.
Wear those rubbers FOREVER girls or ELSE!
Shut up you ripened swine lesbian, at least we can do more than oral.
Angry, hurt, angry. Thought to be hostile...but only hairy. Legs and muff. Moustache and chin, follicles erupting into darkness. But not hostile, just hurt, angry and men's plaid. Wymen. No men. Hymen is 'hi, wyman'. Not hostile, as thought, just hurt. And angry. Ballsy, too. So much bush, butch, that no camel toes can be discerned in the outline of my sack-less but angry and hurt beef curtains. Not hostile, though.
So can we, you dumbfuck r231, not to mention endless organisms and fucking which can last an entire day. Ironically for many past and present gays, they are were better off sticking to oral, LOL. Not to mention that anal sex is revolting. I googled it a while ago and sadly fags, I'm sorry to point out the obvious here but getting bunch of POOP on your dick is not making love it is a form of mental illness.
I actually have a lot of respect for gay guys who don't have anal sex.
@R33 Oh wait, what, a fucking finger? I got ten fingers, bitch, and a trouser snake, you're just jealous. And angry as he'll, and wait for it, DARK. and u know what? I have lesbian friends, certainly not your type. Sum funny ass cool ones. And what lesbian doesn't luv a ripe fuckin ass and sum raw ass butt play. It gonna gets aids from eating infected cunt and the juice sleeping'in your rotten cold sores.
I know lesbians, i'm gonna put them on blast. They're filthy beasts. but you know? it's all good. I think they should be allowed to get theirs like anyone else. The dyke coming in here spreading hate is just a bitch. She needs a ripe cock up the butt
this bitch is raw. this bitch likes claw. claw at the cunt. this dykes so brunt. her tits smell ripe but the snatch aint tight. this dyke's no fun, too fat to run.
Tits spread ripened near the dark, full bush inferno of her armpit. Gasping and cooing pleasure sounds as she's penetrated deeper and deeper with the rubber dildo cock. The bull top fingers her own greased gash as she defiles the bottom swine with the veined life-like instrument. The top becomes so orgasmic she removes the rubber cock and jumps atop her gimp to feverishly and fruitlessly rub cunts with her. A finger enters the bulls asshole. A gushing river of she-juice. Dark lesbians.
Homophobic piece of shit.
R236 I giggled. That was a cute one!
Ur a homophobic piece of shite., especially if ur the dark one said we should all have aids. Homophobic? god damn, u come in here, hostile raging, dark! STILL don't get the joke. that's why u get capped on. putting u on blast, talkin shit, but so what, i (we) r like the only brothers u have n sayin we should all get turned out with aids?! cos ur a humoless old bull cunt, now that's homofuckinphobic
Violent storm as the lesbian thrashes in her bed. "oh no oh no" she mutters in the filthy sheets, she's prone, arms and legs flailing as if she's running from some unseen terror whilst dreaming. She pees the bed, warmth, terrible warmth. Electrodes taped to her forehead. The doctor storms in and injects her breast with a long needle whilst the guard in the hallway peers in and lets out a wicked chuckle.
A bull bouncing on a rubber clock when the cops kick in the door.
Ferocious bull free from her pen. Tits to introduce to her horns.
Is it so hard for you numbnuts to follow the formula and end with
Forced entry. A lesbian's terror. A knife fight. Buckling under boots. a birkenstock viciously connecting with the back of the lesbian's head. Gnash of teeth. Sorrow. Exposed breasts. A lesbian flying over the couch. The intruder shot with the lesbian's pistol. Lesbian frantic escape.
Pro-lesbian (she won!) Dark lesbians
A darkened labia. A cigarette burn on dimpled cellulite. Short grey hair, tufts around a wrinkled forehead. Dogs barking. Chain link fences. Lightning striking in the sky. "I'm just waiting for a friend, Officer."
Michfest bump for one of the best DL threads ever.
The hazy sun sets. The sweat drips from her brow, under her breasts, down her ass crack. It will be night soon. She lights a cigarette and can already taste the fear.
The music on the stage becomes throbbing. She feels it to her very core. Her little button down there stands up straight. Her nipples are hard. The babydyke in front of her thrashes, thrashes, thrashes her hair. Her neck is so white, so clean. She is no longer in control of her hands, she sees herself next to to the girl. She longs for that neck and lunges out. Too late, she sees the peanuts in the girl's hand. The world goes dark for the...
I'm going to start a YouTube channel where I recite these dramatically.
Okie flesh trembling. Fearful pig eyes. Exposed breast of the night. A cane broken across a lesbian back. Dark lesbians.
Nude prone sloth. Hands bound. Head shorn. Buttock adorned with tribal tattoo. The lubing of a long French cucumber. Savage cry of eroticism. A bull's black rubber cock dangling, it's time to break in her sow.
Summer light, desires of night, pan-generational passions, borne writhing in the day. Tegan's lost template, Sarah's found sister, backyard vegan buffet. Intentions of future fecund explosions travel the now-moist caves of a timeless scorched desire. An unprecedented summer solar eclipse asserts fearful symmetry. Asymmetrical stylings, political bikini, tender barefoot missteps, spiked lemonade: dark lesbians.
Emanating from within, from uterus to vulva, from the lips above to the lips below, screaming and writhing and burrowing deep into Mother Earth, channelling sisters and sorcerers from past generations, lifting lips to kiss the ice blue moon, breaking only silence with screams.
I thought it was
A simple fart
My white pants ruined
A messy shart
A nude bull with her finger in the electric socket.
Bull trolling the bars. Pendulant breasts taped beneath a flannel. Flaunting her impressive cheeks. She pulls a cigarette from behind your ear. A match from her boot.
R252 "Okie flesh trembling"
Jesus Christ LMFAO!!!
Absolutely my favorite thread of all tyme.
Lesbian flesh. Loretta Lynn hair. A gpc dangling from a wrinkled hand. A loaded rifle. A man in the yard. The horse Winnie's and jumps high on 2 feet. Dark leabians.
Red pubed cunt. A snarl. Oatmeal paste smeared onto a stretch mark ridden lesbian teat. Her lover grabs a tuft of her salt and pepper butch cut. Gnash of teeth. Lube dripping from cane. "No, no, please don't!" Dark lesbains.
From a Harlem alley's shadow, Teg appears. She's bathed and powdered. Distant thumps
call her to the night filled with dark lesbians.
Steam punk. Night funk. The slithering bassline of an all-woman metal act in rehearsal, a loose, joyous warmup, broken with laughter. Dutch-san, pecs and bi's pulsating in her ribbed white tank after an energizing session of presses and curls back at the garage-bookstore, slides her seditiously soft palm over her slick black pompadour, pressing her Elvis into place. Her dark Asian eyes scan the damp, shimmering streets - slick, she imagines, with the light spray of feminine estrus - on this August evening, 2014.
It's getting dark. Dark, lesbians.
Under Armour shirt. Sweat-stained pits stretched tight over sagging titties, braless. Golf club in one hand, Heineken in the other. Pacing the green under moonlight, she mutters, I will kill you, I will kill you, Janice.
A hatchback 100mph on a donut tire. A blade held to a butch's throat from the backseat. A baby dyke thrown from the moving vehicle at a freeway exit. Dark lesbians.
La Flaca's exquisite eyebrows, brown pencil lined lips, crisp aqua net curls underneath a fedora. The lesbian moans.
Transgenderism. Butch smashing bottle of gin over head of 2nd butch. A blonde thrown back and forth. Electric guitar.
If there`s any DL thread that deserves to be turned into a book,this is it.
More from La Flaca, please.
Footprints in the snow. Cracked tree branches. The cold air stings her and arouses her at the same time. She looks to find the hand stick out of the stream.
Black, renn fair bed sheet draped across her oxen frame. Scent of dirty pussy, day-old sweat and patchouli comingle. Dark red lipstick outlined in black. 15 piercings lined up in a row on earlobes that sag like nut sacks. Mouse tits set gently on top of an elephant belly. The chiming of a bell announces the opening of the door of the Wiccan shop. A mother dyke is smudging. Incense rises in great swirls as Tibetan music fills the background. The belly dancing class begins.....DARK LESBIANS
Sow flesh, hungered cravings.
La Flaca's lifts her tank top to reveal the gun in her baggy dickies. The lesbian instantly wets herself at the enboldened act. "I have to defend my cousins honor essay"? La Flaca purs as she cups the lesbians sagged teet.
Savage lesbian battle for the rifle. Exposed tit. A baby dyke hiding under the stairs. Another bull is cocking her rifle and shooting at an Oldsmobile approaching the barren, ravaged, desolate ranch.
The bull saunters in and she owns the room. She is the man that never was, the moral center of this country. Her spirituality and guru status the stuff of legend. She fingers the cunt of the soccer mom.
Hair braided by furious hands. Gluttony in a too-small cage. "Stop!" she screams between gulps of stale Coors. The bruises, oh the weeping bruises between her thighs. Dark Lesbians.
Hungerous growl from shorn headed butch as she connects the belt to the back of her swines back. The swine falls to the ground upon her exposed breasts. Mad animalistic struggle for control of the dildo cock. A finger plunged deep Into an asshole. Cries of sorrow. Milk flows.
"They put their hands on me, my tittys..."
"Who did this." Growled the butch.
"It was that pack of boys, they chased me n held me trapped up against a chai link fence behind the high school..." The swine sobbed.
-"dead meat!" Growled the butch as she loaded her rifle.
Tittys exposed under a ripped blouse. The bull throws a punch.
The ripened swine dances in her suede Walmart ankle moccasins and stonewashed jeans. She's tempting the bull. Swine gets low on the dance floor, sticks out her ass, hands on her knees she rolls her head back and forth, whipping her crispy aqua net curls. She's putting on a show, a sex show for the bull. The bull gets up and saunters across the dance floor and grips the swines cunt thru the jeans. "This is mine now bitch" bellows the bull.
This is one of the best threads to ever appear on this dismal website,still it`s a bit strange it never got over 286 posts. You`d expect part 2,3,4...
Lesbian fist on white flesh. Handful of mulleted hair. Glass of coors splashed onto a lined, sun-damaged face, come bottle glasses become useless, she throws a blind punch into the crowd... Breasts flung. Wrangler jeans soaked with the spreading warmth of her protein filled urine. She cries out. Another punch connects with her mulleted done. She lands splayed, prone in the filthy barroom floor. A hand lowers to help her up, she wildly kicks
Lesbian in full burka. Filthy sandled toes. Bathing breasts in the Ganges. A piece of shit floats by, she reaches for it
Rapturous swine. The Melissa Ferrin song moistening her loins. Breasts ravaged by sun. Cellulite glistens. Caked white flesh. Birkenstock tapping. Her pad falls to the floor. A paint gun ripples her fat back as she cries out.
Cold late January. In a corner, a power drill recharges silently in the icy winter night. Trudith hears the soft thump of a load of flannel turning in the drier. She walks, tall, nude, her full bush glistening with a flickering dew.
In the well-attended loft, an empowerment yoni sex magick seminar finally begins. Spongy purple mats unfurl, overlapping, stacking, creating a braided pile for the oncoming passion play.
A butch human beatbox breaks the silence and sets the beat. It begins.
Rapturous dyka, riding folds of labial flower like a furred flying dragon into the sun. White heat, white flesh, white hot. The kraken roars the lesbian soars. Gushes of cunt juice and drippings of tit milk. Fire. Fire.
The proud, defiant lesbian called Cunta is led by a rope around her neck into the thoroughfare. She lets out a wild African cry from her throat as the whips lash connects to her back. She pivots around and straightens her back "No, whip THESE!" she roars while thrusting forth her sagged teats.
Straw and ragweed hair short in a mullet helmet. Red, alcoholic bloat. She watches with her one good eye. The comings of apocalyptic rapes.
"He beat me. He fucked me." barks the dyke.
Red titty from being grabbed at. Sheepish, musty face lesbian; deep creases around her thin lip. Mole above the upper lip. Breath smells of shit. Long whiskers. Golden teeth.
Gaping loose lipped cunt with long white hairs.
She haunts you.
It drags it's leg
Haunting pig-like flesh
A bubble butt
A cry in the night
She takes a punch in the gut then let's out a fearsome bellow. Her lover pulls the switchblade from her boot and they circle each other in an erotic, terrifying dance. "I'm gonna fuck u after I cut u" the bull roars
U awaken to the sound of her boots scraping across carpet. You realize your hands are roped to the headboard. You struggle and kick out wildly. A hand comes from under bed and cups your breast. You scream at her to get out or to show her face. She refuses but you see her unbutton her flannel and desperately, hungerously reveal one tit.
"He boned meh'" the wretched lesbian croaks into the police officer's tape recorder. "Were you asking for it?" the officer asks the puzzled old dyke?
Dyke in the back of a police cruiser trying to kick out the window. Bloody, drooling mouth like a rabid Saint Bernard. She's topless, wearing only 3XL camo cargo shorts and thong shoes. "They fucked Me!!!" she roars. They stuck it in.
Black pearls, black lipstick, fishnet hose, leather skirt, leather clutch purse that snaps with a firm click. HR file on her lap. "We'll need to put you on an improvement plan," she says. Dark lesbians.
She pushes her Walmart cart into oblivion. She lets out a mean look and bellows "Hey Hey" to the teen boys who graze her cart as they horseplay in the rifle aisle. "Fuck you, bitch!" the boys scream, she enrages, turns bright red and lifts the cart clean off its wheels and tips it to the side to charge the boys. She aims for the first one but just as she nears him in cold cocked by the second boy. "Show us your tits", they scream. They rip her tee shirt clear off her back and begin pushing her back and forth between them.
Cunteth Sarabeth Leroux Dyketh receives the anal penetration from the raw animalistic bull's blackened rubber dildo cock whilst grunting like a pig. Like heaven's razor blade. Teats feel electric. Catastrophic penetrations. Virgin's horror. Dark lesbians
Burning cross on lesbian lawn. They croak and bellow peering through the dusty blinds.
Beads of sweat dribble down the stretch marks of sagging tits barely contained within a white wife beater. Knees scuffed and cargo shorts stained with grass. The elder dyke's mullet heaves between the hefty, soccer-player thighs of her handsome beloved like a shaggy dog lapping water from a filthy bowl. Her orgasm is expressed with a strong jet of urine. The elder dyke dives deeper, as if wanting to be reborn. DARK LESBIANS
Thrashing. A man under the bed. Gnash of teeth and cocking of rifle. It smells of burnt hair and assa.
Salt, brine, funk, sighs:
The slobber and snap of Licia's ferocious, joyous ministrations.
Stretched wings, flapping tails, staring eyes:
The rescue shelter's animals responding in turn to the ululations.
Pelvic crack, down vest bed, hairy calves, it so begins.
Two drake volunteers alone late, late, as one, nurtured in shelter -
Bent, bruised, brutally gripped thighs. A haired, fleshen, and flapping cunt eaten from behind whilst sagged ass cheeks barely contain the hot vent of the anus, which emantates with the rich smell of smeared and ripened shit.
The stallion-like, mustachioed drake will mount n ride the sow like a rodeo champion. Dark Lesbians
Ferociousness. Lesbian hands ripping caftans clean off bodies. Traditional African cries.
Tipped fedora held by a mountain of aqua net curls; a tear drop tattoo. She releases her switchblade and holds it to the throat of the captive swine. "You were on our block, essa."
The captive swine squeals as La Flaca coos and purrs in Spanish. "We're going to settle this, bitch". La Flaca pops the buttons of the swine's dickies blouse with the sharpened edge of the blade.
Warm leather backseat, fetid pussy, a fat cigar and a hell of a ride.
Tyres squealing, gunshots, screaming: Buzzcut Bonnie and her Birkenstock Clyde.
Dark Lesbian sounds like a great comic book superheroine. But DC or Marvel?
DC for "dick cut"
The brunette one with the crew cut and khakis wields a golf club, the red head with the cargo pants a baseball bat. They attack and beat me to a bloody pulp. "This will keep you away from THE BRIDES" they chortle as I lie snorting from my broken nose. Thank you Mr John D. MacDonald
Dark Horse 315
He took me, with the stink of filthy roadhouse whiskey on his breath, and I liked it. I liked it! With all that dirty touching of ...
Weirdest and funniest thread on DL.
Breasts emerging from a flannel. She haunts u.
Kris Jenner furiously scissoring with Kyle Richards on memory foam. Vasoline greasings. Strange milks.
Cuncussions. milks. A lesbian with an eye patch and a bent leg. she shuffles towards you as fast as she can. do you have a dollar for her. a cupping of her breasts.
A lesbian on a crotch rocket 70mph. Shredded jeans. cunt on fire. thong shoes. wifebeater. forever.
Erotic soccer mom breasts slung under the stretch soft cotton, coral colored baby doll tee from Forever 21. Keys in hand, she's running into the safeway starbucks for a tall 1% 1 splenda latte in her little gym shorts and white socks, white reeboks. She's late picking up Caydyn and Madisen. She walks in and you realize this is an important person walking by.
The dyke eyes her, moistens.
Fist fights with men outside honky tonk bars at 3am. Catastrophic rapes, black eyes, and bricks thrown through windows by neighborhood kids. Do you know her? Does she see you?
Nude beatings. Savage hungerings. all you see if the glow of her cigarette.
"It wasn't me", she croaks at the officer.
Skimmed milks, prebiotic yoghurts. Overused labia, exhausted titties. Nowhere to turn to. Kim's butthole. Tia Maria. It's getting dark. Dark lesbians.
She put a broomstick in meae, hoarsely bellows the handcuffed bull. I was beggin. "And you asked for it, correct ma'am?" The officer Asks the confused, angry bull lesbian.
Threatened by cock. Blind hatred, rage directed at the well-hung visitor. "We don't need a fuckin' man round here these parts!" She covets the crotch meat and his easy way with the fairer sex. She hates him, she hates him!
Nude titties. A wolf howling. Pointed black boots slamdancing. A shorn head. Amyl nitrate. A baby dyke hunted like prey. Beer bottle broken over a barefoot, patcholoui smelling hippie dyke's head. 2 ton truck engine reving.
Stephen, Stephen, Una calls, her monocle falls out of the socket and one of the dachshunds seizes it and worries it, the ambulance is coming, the old girls that steer it aren't looking where they are going and Renee Vivian is more interested in Radclyffe Hall than her alter ego John and Natalie Barney will mop the floor with all of them
Dark (kinda tame) Lesbians
"I was fucked!" barks the bull dyke as she's strapped to the gurney, legs in stirrups, grim black nurse performing a rape kit. The old redneck officer says "Tell us what happened"
"well I err was walkin down by der lake behinn the high scheull with my here fishin pole and my bucket, I just done caught me some craw daddies an err catfish for mah supper. Those boys chase me and I was runnin in mah boots then they threw meh up against a Chain link fence and started touching mah Tittys while I'm growlin n tryin to kick. I says "I'll lay down with therr whole lot of ya! If Ya got $5. Er at least a dollar per poke!
The penetrative cock haunting her. She tosses and turns. A key turns a lock, her eyes pop open, she fingera the cold steel of her pistol as if it was Nae's cunt. The man kicks in the door, the lesbian squawks. Nude battle. Breasts flung. Gnash of teeth.
Nae choking Lisha under jail blankets. Toilet water running. A combination lock in a sock. The sound of the guards baton gliding over bars. Ripened pussy. One hot tear running down a bruised cheek. Held down while pussy ate. Ridden like a farm animal. Turned out on top bunks.
Choked for having loose pussy.
Cruel bathings in sour milk and fetid white rain. Cellulite ridden cakes foamy. White as pearl. The gash as greased and yellow as an bucolic oil field. From lover to lover, they all lash her with 'some' whip. Some hurt beyond what she...
Choke chain on tits
Sharpened Labia Of The Night was the opening act at Michfest, I hear.
Dark boot of the night. Ginger mullet yanked in tuffs. Open mouthed animal okie cry. Her ass lips quiver as she cold glass of the colt 45 touches her flesh under the filthy Avon coat she's worn to shoplift from this circle k.
Milk from a three-headed goat forced down the lesbians throat with a funnel and long tube. Pentagram carved into her rippled ass cheek. Shorn head. Nazi symbol. The dwellings of rapturous swines burned by the deepest orange lights. Radiation of the sun pressing hard on animal flesh of the she. Her throat dilates as does the cunt. She's set free by sun's rape.
The cock is a knife. Patchouli and overripened floras emanating from her greased and stretched slit. Labial piercings. Her box is a trap. Hallucinogenic rape by half-cocked, half-cunted devil. She emerges from a well through your television set. The dark lesbian.
Tit milk sour
She beats a man to a bloody pulp. Bareknuckle boxer. Kicking him over and over before squeezing the ass of his girlfriend and lighting a cigarette. She's "daddy" now. She'll do you right.
Raw cravings. Cravings for assa. She tosses and turns nude in the sueded sheets. Growlin.
You told Harpo to beat me.
Rifle penetrating tits. Screams of sorrow. Mullets scalped clean off buck-toothed heads. A rickshaw. a moped holding 3 passengers. a dirt bike 100mph. Do you know her?
A lesbian forcefed cock. A rickshaw with flames painted along it. A knife threat. A terrifying anonymous call. A cheap teddy lingerie with crusted fur lining. A cigarette. A tit hangin from a blouse. A vulgarian without a razor or panties. Does she see you?
Feral cats claw penetrates lesbian breast. The toaster fumes black smoke. Somewhere at this very moment Denise Richards is sucking a veined black cock. A sleeping dagger's filthy mattress is doused with gasoline. Acidophilus and probiotics splashed on a pair of leather tits. A co-op vegetable box is feasted upon. A leather whip connects with cgechnyan slave's back. A lesbian wears a durag and coke bottle glasses and is hazed, heckled by the other construction workers, they seize her lunch pail and piss in her hardhat. A mexican national runs through the dangerous desert heat through the border. A dyke pulls a dismembered cock into her dingy with a fishing pole. Mala noche?
You and me fucked in the same room at the same time. It was a dual rape. A gangbang
My g string on the floor, a blade at my throat
Both of us fucked in a garage by a gang of roughs. They took us on the hoods of cars. It was a fuck scene, a sex show. A gang bang, a dual rape. Me looking you in the eye from across the room while I'm gettin raped. I'm growlin, cryin out.
The soft butch enters the stairwell of the Donovan hotel. Washington, DC. She heard the tales. Sissy boys. Asian street food. Valentine ''Specials''.
''Hold That Door'' she barks. The patron throws a side-eye at her sous-chef's clogs. ''Have a good evening..Miss?'' he sneers. She fingers the blade in the polyester snow pants. Temptation.
She lumbers through onto the fourth floor.
Sweat pouring down her flannel, tits bound by gauze, she emerges from the forest into Bohemian Grove. "Let me in," she barks at the Mexican gatekeeper. "No senora," the small man shrinks. "LET ME IN!" She swings her cane at him, hitting him with pummel after pummel. Suddenly, naked men surrounding her. "What the hell is going on?" One man demands. She steadies her fist around a switchblade as they surround her with pitchforks and torches... DARK LESBIANS
Look at your dirty pillows.
-They're called breasts, mama! and every woman has em.
African tribal chanting. Anguish on a lined lesbian face as she's lowered by pulley into the quick sand. They throw in her shitty Walmart clothes with her before moving into an electric group dance.
A bull set on fire in her home/hatchback. Inferno.
This thread is like the Flying Dutchman - shows up unexpectedly, never dies.
Fistfight over control of the dildo cock. A lesbian head plunged deep into a toilet, it flushes as she kicks backward and a drowned scream echoes. Shampoo in eyes. Bleach cleanser burning breasts. A savage scrubbing with the steel wool brush.
I love you, R355.
She stumbles into the room in filthen rags. She had been hosteege.
Cornsilk wig on the wrinkled, lined, musty faced lesbian wearing a man's suit. No teeth. Cockeye. Hot cigarette yellowing her fingers. She hoarsely asks for another helping of cunt. Prophetic rapes.
Dropped meth pipe burning breast.
Hand on a hot flame better than hand on cock.
Stud popping the clutch on a reving dirt bike. Her 47yo short grey haired lover riding bitch. 100mph
She rolls over in the dirt and aims her rifle at the rabbit. Sweat and tear stained face. Her last chance for supper.
Hot summer day. Yosemite Mountain hike. Teva sandals caked in shit. Sweat dripping down the bull dyke's broad and brawny back. Branches snap ominously to her left as beady black eyes narrow. "Who's there?!?" She utters as she reaches for her knife. The bushes give way to a MAN. A hunter. Her pulse pounds. Her palms sweat. "Wha...what do you want?!" Voice accusatory and hostile. The man smiles deviously, "Some fun, is all". He leaps. A dyke's scream of surprise. Wild beatings. The furious kicking of tree-trunk legs. Unwanted freeing of aged and dimpled breasts. A cruel male laugh. Lesbian fury. A gleam of sharp steel. A crow in the trees squawks. A primitive butch howl. A lesbian's blood soaked victory.
Rape kit backlog cleared and the Bulls dna matches the rape lot of a ravage swine who staggered into the ER breasts torn in only a hot pink thong on her fleshen dimpled flesh. The bull attaches her bald eagle durag and packs a garbage bag, time to look for dishwashing work in another dusty desert town.
Match dropped on the filthy motel mattress where lay the drunk drunken bull swine. Inferno. Billows of black smoke. Television thrown through window. Bull leaps through nude, takes chase after the arsonist. It's Nae and La Flaca, already burning rubber around the corner in an El Camino.
Atherosclerotic tit vessel. Raw milk splashed on tits. Goats milk slathered. Almond and coconut running down her varicose veined leg from her flapping, gaping cunt. She moans.
Savage cry in the night. Struggle. Framed pictures seized from the wall. Lesbian flying over couch.
The cock is a gun pointed at the gunt of the swine as she growls, and kicks, and bites at the air. "I've never touched one before! I hate it! It's ugly!"
Rapturous nude dyke riding bareback uponst the harred animal wild donkeyth flesh. Bouncing flesh. Rape and pillage the villagers. Night raids and mock concentration camps holding only the ripest swines for fucking.
Metropolitan building, cold steel reflected in white glass. The click of black heels on stone floors.
Emotionless suits and gloomy skirts, dead eyes staring down into phones.
A temporary desk girl, exposed thigh, powdery skin, walking in from the ashen morning.
Sully, the drake elevator mechanic, bent over a metal box in thick canvas coveralls, chewing on a wooden match splintered between chipped teeth. She feels a new presence arrive.
"Stick around a minute, hon. I'll get you high", Sully grins and raises a wrench. "But, come to think of it, I might need more than a minute."
The desk girl steps back affronted and silent. Her thighs feel the thin stream of dew appearing over them, like a small kerosine spill.
A penetration by animal cock. A hungerous growl from the lesbian's thin, lined lips. "Help Mae" she bellows as the foreign invader (a gorilla? k-9?) continues to hump. Her stout, broad-shouldered lover watches the action from afar with binoculars and aims her rifle.
Pit bull teeth penetrating lesbian breast.
Under the bed growling. The lesbian opens her eyes in terror. "What's there?" The warmth of her urine spreads through the sheets. A long arm and claw reaches from beneath and scratches the lesbians dimpled thigh. Blood curdling scream. Red eyes are staring through the window.
Canned yams. Virgin yams. Candied yams stuffed into the sacred secret cave a reverse yam shit up the birth canal. You, the white pimpled goose yams up your cunt hold the stuffing thank you very much no more for me Karen Finley.
Another rock flies through the window, shattering glass. "Dykey dyke, Dykey dyke, come out and play! Come out and play you gayball! Freak!"
The lesbian shutters and curls into the fetal position, rocking back and forth. The doorbell rings. The dyke scutters up to answer it. It's a bag of flaming shit! The dyke cries out. Just then a flesh colored dildo cock is flung through the shattered window. "No." gasps the lesbian. Her eyes revert back to the flaming shit and she stomps it, fouling her house shoes before looking to the right and seeing that her pinto is on fire and a teen girl is squealing with delight as she runs from the flames. There's a waiting car filled with other kids. The lesbian rushes to the hose to put out the auto fire, but jolts upright and seizes violently as fistfuls of snap caps are thrown at her shit soiled feet. The lesbian screams "Whyyy?"
Corpulent sow roping herself underneath the family car as it's packed for a much needed getaway vacation on the boat. You fry chicken and pour soft drinks for your daughter when you turn around and see the lesbian's appearance. Walking in as if she owns the place, she calls out "Counselor, Counsler..." she handcuffs you to a railing and savagely beats your husband. The lesbian begins a rape of your daughter before you shriek, and call out. You make an offer of yourself in place of your daughter. He agrees and just as she uncuffs you and lights a cigar, your daughter aims a stream of lighter fluid at the lesbian, forcing her to jump overboard while afire.
She got into one of the cars that stopped for her while she was holding the "will work for food" sign near the mall. Partied all night. In the morning she had to pay for them getting her high so they dragged a filthy mattress out into the yard and fucked her on it.
Lesbian vet if fatigue pants tucked into captain boots. Cane carved from bamboo. Haunted animal eyes. She boards the city bus says "get up civilian!" And strikes with her Cain the young mexican national who has a child on each leg. Eyes blazing with hatred, the vet snarls and strikes again and again
Lesbian forced to suck rifle as if it's cock. Tears streaming down her face, she's growlin. Her wife beater soaked with sweat, her jean shorts, with pee.
Supine sow stretched on the rack. Blonde hair stuck to the sweat of her pig face. Stretch mark ridden teats attached to car batteries via jumper cables. A gerbil emerges from her cooch. She moans at the eroticism of it all. Another bull throws a dagger that lands between her legs as she shudders.
She turns over to missy Elliot grinning a toothy grin and licking her chops. An exposed black breast.
LMAO! I love you guys so much! Such imagination. Inspiring.
Lesbian strapped to gurney with exposed breasts. Ravings. Hallucinations. "He fucked me" she gasps. Madness. Shaking head left and right. Foam at edges of mouth. The Mexican nurses aid is violently shaking the gurney, he crawls on and brutally fucks the dyke.
Thorazine injected into breast.
Mowing the lawn as sweat fouls her cut-off jeans. Cankles stuffed into hightop Reeboks. She steps in ripened shit.
Crumpled purple velvet robes on her shoulders, a crown on her mullet. Pendulant tits smothered by filthen hanes sweatshirt. Bow to your king. Dark Lesbians.
Dykken flesh. Straw-ragweed mullet crowning a reddened face. Paraplegia. A delivery of blackened roses. Mistaken for a man she's thrown into mens General population. She holds her own. Dark lesbians.
She ascends the stairs and hears a hungerous growl. The clinking of chains. Dark lesbians.
Meth lab in a trailer of filth. Dyke cooking in only a thong. No blinking.
tits rub across tits. Bush entwined with bush. Smiling toothless face. Grey ashen hair. Erect clits.
The anointing of a new crone. Sagged breasts fallen clear to her belly button. Silken, greyed bush resembling stale cotton candy. She steps into a pile of ripened shit. Dogs everywhere. Big dogs that should be outdoors but are very much inside. Patchouli smells. Vegetable box falls to the floor. The dildo cock is thrown across the room like a harpoon and penetrates her. Missy Elliot cries on the boombox.
"I want no boundaries with you" chokes out the lesbian. "I want nude beatings between us". She grabs a tuft full of her lovers saltNpepper butch cut hair. Gnash of teeth. Sorrow. Shadow of a butch's face in agony projected against the bedroom wall.
Wolf-wombed, warrior priestess! Your labial thorns scissor into my feral lotus-petals in a pact to behead the wretched, semen-stained colossus of patriachry! Your fat, lizard breasts - like livid wounds - quench the thirst of dark lesbians!