| straight to the valley of the great divide out where the dreams all hide |
[Sep 23rd, 9:04pm] |
I wanted to move freely: swing my arms and jump around. But the Devil wouldn’t stop dirty dancing with me. He grinned through glistening red face paint, grinding his hips against my body. The attention was nice, but my thigh got stuck in his crotch for too long. When I turned around, I was facing a sneering Elvis. Elvis started stroking my hair, the Devil turned and kissed him hard on the lips, as if that would distract him from me. But it didn’t seem to faze him. Elvis went along with the kisses, then broke away and grabbed me again. Soon we were all making out, taking turns with who got control. I could tell who was who without opening my eyes; the Devil kept trying new things like sucking my lips and blowing air into my mouth, while Elvis always had the same average French kiss ( . )
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