Why Didn't I Spend More Time in the Barn?

I know you are out there breaking other girls' hearts. You know, you could of just stayed here and broke mine instead. You wouldn't have had to travel so far and your feet won't hurt.

I met this boy and he really liked me. Or at least he liked my tits which seems to be the same thing these days. I told him he wasn't broken enough for me. I like my men more... shattered. Splintered. Beautiful.

My heart could split into all these shining garnet jeweled pieces. You could take them and add them to your crown. Frame your perfect face in bits of glass with burnished thrones settling between our legs. I can see my reflection in your eyes but I can not see myself.

Rich women drink champagne is giant bathtubs filled to brim with luxurious sparkling bubbles that slid down their perfect white skin. Poor girls like me drink beer in the shower. Poor girls like me wear beat up leather jackets they found in second hand shops. Poor girls like me know how to chop wood and build a fire. Poor girls like me rode in beat up dirty old pickup trucks that had no seat belts with their fathers laughing behind the wheel as they roared over a particularly big hole in the dirt road that bounced them all towards the roof. Poor girls like me grew up in a house where chainsaw parts littered the kitchen table. Poor girls like me know how it feels to starve and to still go into work that day. Poor girls like me carry knives in their back pocket. Poor girls like me miss the farm and haunt the city like big black bugs in the way of pretty rich white women who would rather spit on us than talk to us. Poor girls like me don't really care.

Then again, girls like me still keep their broken little hearts wrapped up in cellophane and bailing twine tucked inside the secret pocket of their leather jacket. It's covered in white dog hair, and orange cat hair, and bits of yellow sticky notes, and the blank ends of mixed tapes, and wild rose petals, and bits of green moss, and poems written about us, and fried dough, and bitter saskatoon berries, and broken fences, and grass hopper wings, and crow feathers, and golden grass, and alfalfa flowers, and old nails from the barn, and vodka, and stolen cigarettes, and rustling birch leaves in the fall sun, and watercress from the stream in the ditch, and shells from my brother's rifle, and stones from the creek next to the house, and my mother's big yellow bowl, and flour from the bread, and the last traces of childhood mixed with the sweet spit of your last kiss.

I'm not here anyways. I think I've gone home.

Smut

I adjusted the leather straps about my hips and slowly sunk my synthetic cock into his waiting ass. The pretty young woman whose own ass was wrapped around his large member whimpered in a heady mix of pain and pleasure as he pushed deeper into her.

I had carefully tied her hands behind her back as tight as I could without cutting off the circulation to her fingertips and set her on her knees; head to the mattress, ass in the air just begging to be taken. I had lashed the delicate skin at the top of her thighs until it was a burning red welt with my belt. She was breathing raggedly and I left her there begging for a cock deep in her ass.

And now her wish was granted. My beautiful lover thrust deeper and harder into her ass causing her to scream out. I pressed my breasts against his back and moved my own cock deep inside him careful to match his rhythm  He moaned in delight biting his lower lip with half closed eyes. Our submissive conquest screamed again. I reached past my lover's side and twisted a handful of the conquest's long dark hair around my fist yanking her head back sharply. She yelped. My lover responded by riding her harder. Slamming his hips into her round bouncing ass cheeks. I yanked her head back harder, he rode her harder sweat slicking our skin and dripping down our naked bodies.

I wrapped my free hand around my beautiful lover's throat tightly and tilted his head back to mine. I pried his lips open and sunk my tongue deep into his mouth as I sunk my prosthetic dick in his ass. Our conquest continued whimpering. I smacked her ass with a sharp open hand and the sound rang about the room.

"If you keep whimpering, I'm going to have to put something in your mouth." I hissed at her. She whimpered louder as my lover rammed his cock deeply into her again and again.

I slipped my strap-on out of my lover's beautiful ass slowly biting his neck as I did so. He sighed in contentment. I re-positioned myself in front of the conquest's face, my rubber cock pointing to her throat.

"I told you you need something in your noisy little mouth." I grabbed her throat clutching hard, choking her and eased the cock past her lips slowly penetrating past her teeth, and then tongue and finally throat. She gagged and swallowed like an expert. I thrust my hips towards her mouth, my cock ramming the back of her throat. My lover kept pace in her ass. I locked eyes with him as we both leaned over the conquest to kiss deeply fucking her from both ends. I leaned back, pulled my dick out of her mouth and slapped her sharply across the cheek. I put the cock back in her waiting mouth and continued to pump.

My lover sighed, "I'm going to cum."
"Do it." I replied.

My lover thrust harder and harder, faster and faster to frenzied pitch, the conquest gagging hard on my rubber cock. She shuddered and moaned around my false member. I pulled out of her mouth, forced her head into the mattress and kissed my lover deeply as he thrust as hard as he could into her ass. He gripped her hips, I gripped his neck as he shuddered hard and moaned out loudly cumming deep inside her tight little hole. I reached down slowly easing his large cock out of her well-ridden backside. I kissed him again.

I pushed the pretty conquest on her side as she shuddered and moaned dripping in sweat and bodily fluids. I untied her hands and smacked her ass one more time.

I grabbed a handful of her hair holding her face close to mine. "Get dressed and leave. We are done with you." I sighed. We watched as she dressed and walked out slightly bow-legged. I smiled at the thought of her sore, bruised ass haunting her every time she sat down for the next couple of days. I hoped she'd get wet every time she did.

I removed my strap-on and curled against my waiting beautiful lover's side. He slipped his fingers down between my legs skittering over my clitoris and dipping deep into my pussy.

I smiled staring deeply into his deliciously sex-drunk eyes, "Now then... what should we do next?"

Gravity

You are such a pretty little black hole.