i'm in a hot fucking place and it's not hell, for once.

[durwoodsauls]

I had a blister on my cock this morning. I woke up to find it lodged artfully between my thumb and index finger. The scarey part is I awoke to a place I'd never been before. All this sunshine can't be good for my eyes I thought to myself while squeezing the puss out of a pimple on my back that must have showed up last nite while I was sleeping

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A reprimand.

[unburiable]

I was in a daze last Sunday when I woke, the church bells much too loud to keep any decent man down in his dreams. Father Cariss reported to me in my chambers down in the church cellar before attending mass. He put an extra blanket over my shoulders, poured an extra goblet of wine and informed me there weren’t no way he could bless my house and farm.

“Cabe,” he said. “The devil is too strong for us.”

So I ain’t sure if I’m gettin’ back to my farm. Ever. Be that a lesson to you Durwood, that ain’t no man above the high head of what made us. I pray to the Lord at night, but all said and done, I ain’t sure he’s up there listenin’ to me.

Respectively yours,
Cabe Houghton.

bow seasons' almost here, lock the dogs in the shed

[durwoodsauls]

we'll get our guns, and stay the night in the trees hind the house. wait till dusk then again till dawn.
Cabe we will get the sonsobitches that done ya wrong. no man is worth the hate god hath wrought upon thee, his good and faithful servant. don't lose faith now, ol'boy. the lord god our christ and saviour works in mysterious ways.

you will be plowin and towin the line sooner than ever.
you'll be in our hearts and prayers till then,
durwood loves rita.

[anonimistress]

I like you.

how big are your tits?

[durwoodsauls]

seriously though, can you suck a golf ball through a garden hose, cause if not, i'm too drunk right now to bother flirting

tell me a little about yourself, size, height, measurements, sign all that crap that someone would need to know if they were about to knife you in the crotch with a not entirely dull buck knife my uncle gave me after raping my mother under the front porch while dad was away in nebraska bringin home dinner.

the very thought that you're actually giving me praise tickles the back of my throat like my poker must have ramming in and out of the whore I fucked last nite on the pool table in the barn.

let's see a pretty picture, paint me a pretty picture of you, and I'll save the part where I shove your gucci heels so far into your cunt that when I punch your stomach hard enough the spiked heel pierces your uterus and exposes your intestines for later.

someones got cabin fever, and I don't know where I hid the knives, rita can be a bitch sometimes
save me,
Durwood Christopher Allen Sauls

you couldn't handle it

[anonimistress]

As someone once said,

"I'll only answer if you ask me, nicely."

there's nice, then there's really "nice"

[durwoodsauls]

I'll play well with others for now.

I could always just hang you from a ceiling, fan beat you with expensive leather belts purchased from department stores you've never been to. Then shove lit cigarettes against your swollen tits, only enough to burn, so as not to leave a mark.

I'm debating whether or not to gag you at this point. Seeing as how I'm terribly turned on by the moans and grunts coming from your throat despite the fact you could scream in protest.

I really wish you'd scream.

Fucking scream for me. Or the coat hangers get put away.

there will be no asking tonite, i'm in the mood for first moves and initiations, i'll bend and sway to your desires later.just let me know.