When I was in the woods at home A dying animal I gave my bone A fox had caught on a barbed wire fence When I slipped it in its muscles tensed It's bushy tail whisked at my balls Those flailing claws aiming for my pulled-down smalls Flesh tore both inside and out Barbed wire on my legs,I gave a shout It's last gasp of life receeded Just as the beast's rear end I seeded
Reason for writing:
Basil Brush on TV,and I've always wanted to fuck a fox again
Birth sign: Capricorn
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