Toys
By craig2
Orson, of the trinket wares, peddler of aerosol flesh stands glassy-eyed, naked in front of Saks. Dolls, mistresses in the window tease with pouting lipsticked lips, and ease and prod near the anus. Penance, gimmick, awareness, trade? Empathy hides behind the ice in his eyes as his wife fiddles for a price tag. Written December 15th, 2001 © on Feb 22 2002 07:05 AM PST 0 • 10
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