alan khan
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crawling.A Story by alan khanwhen jack came up to the building, he did his best to fix the stained and messy collar hugging his thick neck. his pressed the hair on the side of his.. |
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the dammned.A Story by alan khanthe club was typical. the t*****s were mediocre, and the bouncer fancied himself too much a tough guy. he wore a ring on each finger, each one resembl.. |
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you're favorite kind of cliche.A Poem by alan khanwhat you'd expect from me. |
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do i have your attention?A Poem by alan khangood.i was hoping i would.i looked back at where i stood.gave a nod to myself.said goodbye to my hell.said hello to air.said farewell to despair.this .. |
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dangers. ohh s**t i meant to type dangerous.A Story by alan khan"s**t that's my husband." "what the f**k you're married?" "i'm 42...what do you think?" "milf's aren't supposed to be married." i slip my soc.. |
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sin's taste.A Story by alan khanjesus i am as sexy in writing as real f*****g life. |
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if i can run or notA Poem by alan khanifi want to fight ir not. ifi can handle it all or not. it doens't matter. cause i guess now i accept, my notions, persuasions, and bullshiti.. |
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my c**k is...A Poem by alan khana hammer. a jack hammer. on low jack. sweet and low. sweet sugar. sugar and spice. my c**k is nice. tonight last night the night aftert n.. |
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a bullshit story written because i have written no..A Story by alan khanjesus christ. this girl's p***y tastes like...like...ah forget it. we had just met fifteen minutes before my tongue was drawing circles around he.. |
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a writer i f*****g amA Poem by alan khani always hated writers. and maybe i still refuse to associate my self with you lame p***y m***********s. but i have no gripe about it anymore. .. |
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