May 16, 2015

Hungry For Cock

    How long do you think it will take me to get you down on your knees like a sissy whore? How long before I have you deep throating that thick cock down your throat?  What’s that you say? You’re not gay?  By the time I’m done with you… You will be begging for cock. Candy 888*430*2010
October 9, 2011

THE HELL BOUND TRAIN

A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor, Having drunk so much he could drink no more; So he fell asleep with a troubled brain To dream that he rode on a hell-bound train. The engine with murderous blood was damp And was brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp; An imp, for fuel, was shoveling bones, While the furnace rang with a thousand groans. The boiler was filled with lager beer And the devil himself was the engineer; The passengers were a most motley crew- Church member, atheist, Gentile, and Jew, Rich men in broad cloth, beggars in rags, Handsome young ladies, and withered old hags, Yellow and black men, red, brown, and white, All chained together-O God, what a sight! While the train rushed on at an awful pace- The sulphurous fumes scorched their hands and face; Wider and wider the country grew, As faster and faster the engine flew. Louder and louder the thunder crashed And brighter and brighter the lightning flashed; Hotter and hotter the air became Till the clothes were burned from each quivering frame. And out of the distance there arose a yell, “Ha, ha,” said the devil, “we’re nearing hell” Then oh, how the passengers all shrieked with pain And begged the devil to stop the train. But he capered about and danced for glee, And laughed and joked at their misery. “My faithful friends, you have done the work And the devil never can a payday shirk. “You’ve bullied the weak, you’ve robbed the poor, The starving brother you’ve turned from the door; You’ve laid up gold where the canker rust, And have given free vent to your beastly lust. “You’ve justice scorned, and corruption sown, And trampled the laws of nature down. You have drunk, rioted, cheated, plundered, and lied, And mocked at God in your hell-born pride. “You have paid full fare, so I’ll carry you through, For it’s only right you should have your due. Why, the laborer always expects his hire, So I’ll land you safe in the lake of fire, “Where your flesh will waste in the flames that roar, And my imps torment you forevermore.” Then the cowboy awoke with an anguished cry, His clothes wet with sweat and his hair standing high. Then he prayed as he never had prayed till that hour To be saved from his sin and the demon’s power; And his prayers and his vows were not in vain, For he never rode the hell-bound train. Lily
April 9, 2010

Bad Girls

Alright I know most everyone thinks of me as the sweet one, but I have another side. In fact, one of my favorite shows is the Bad Girls Club! Ever watch it?  Ironically, my favorite character  from all five seasons is named…….Sarah. She spells her name with an h. She’s the BOSSY one. She is actually on a the spin off Love Games where she has two hotties fighting over her. Ah, but Nick looks like he is making out with Kendra this week, well that’s another story.  I’ve thought about tiring out for an episode. I really am a Bad Girl at heart!  So to all you hard-up, hard- core callers, give me a shout for a no holds, anything goes Sex Fantasy. Your personal Bad Girl Sara 1 888 430 2010