Contributor: Lusty
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Masturbating sure did sound nice for Kandy (as her stripper friends called her.) Boy, are these nails nice, she thought. They were acrylic, with a salmon pink on them with rainbow poke-a-dots complimenting the excitingly bright color. Sharp didn't explain the profuse acuity of them. A dull poke to the pupil would be menacing. She considering doing that when she thought about her mudflap (as she liked to call him) ex-boyfriend, Tim. He sure was an asshole.
She started off lightly rubbing her crotch thoroughly through her skin-tight jeans. After a bit of foreplay, she ripped them off. She could see lacerations from her jeans on her skin. She leaned back in her half-way torn apart Laz-e Boy recliner that Mr. Mudflap destroyed in a drunken rage. She rubbed herself through her panties and indulged in the wonders of masturbation.
Her panties were soaking wet by the time she slipped them off. Once they were around her ankles, she dug deeper, getting every crevice inside her vagina and rubbing her clit rapidly. She moaned and hollered; she was thankful that she didn’t have any neighbors, the old fucks would probably tell her to stop the rub session.
She was in ecstasy; it felt better than any man could make her feel. Just to think, she had the ultimate pleasure device attached to her. She fingered herself for minutes, hoping that it would never end.
That’s when she heard a snap! That came from her crotch area. She felt a sudden, sharp pain inside her pussy. She withdrew her wet hand from her vagina and noticed she was missing a nail. There was a miniscule spot of blood next the absent nail. She soon realized that it was from her vagina, rather than the fact that her nail was torn off.
The pain kicked in every second that the nail was in her vagina. She could feel that it was sticking straight up, piercing the upper-region of the pink cave. I just had to pick the longest, sharpest ones. She thought, while holding her pussy.
She squeezed, nothing came out. She then knew that she had to dig in deep and retrieve it before it destroyed her clitoris. She shimmied her hand inside, feeling around. The little fuckers deep she though. She could only feel it with the top of her finger.
Every time she moved, it mutilated the back of her vagina further. She knew that there was no chance of just letting it slide out because it was stuck in the top and bottom of her pussy. She had to grab it.
She shoved her hand in further then she ever thought was possible. It was the strangest feeling, very unnatural. She poked and prodded every small space in her originally air-tight vagina. She started to gag, almost to the point of puking, partly from her hand completely in her vagina and the other part because it was wet, like a cave.
At last, she grabbed the dread nail. It was slimy to the point where she thought it could have been a second clitoris or some such absurd thing. She grabbed it with her index and middle finger. As she was pulling it out, it ripped the top and bottom of her vagina in a straight line. It was the most painful thing she had ever felt.
The goddamned thing was completely red, no pink or pretty designs were visible. She ran to the bathroom and washed her hands (using extra soap.) She threw the dreaded nail in the garbage and did her best to clean every inch of blood out of her vagina so it wouldn’t clot. As she was doing so, she looked at her hand. There was no nail on her middle finger. She sat down and wept, and her vagina did the same.
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I'm a not very known writer that generally writes about taboo topics. If you want to contact me, send me an email to 'Impgardens@yahoo.com' (:
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Masturbating sure did sound nice for Kandy (as her stripper friends called her.) Boy, are these nails nice, she thought. They were acrylic, with a salmon pink on them with rainbow poke-a-dots complimenting the excitingly bright color. Sharp didn't explain the profuse acuity of them. A dull poke to the pupil would be menacing. She considering doing that when she thought about her mudflap (as she liked to call him) ex-boyfriend, Tim. He sure was an asshole.
She started off lightly rubbing her crotch thoroughly through her skin-tight jeans. After a bit of foreplay, she ripped them off. She could see lacerations from her jeans on her skin. She leaned back in her half-way torn apart Laz-e Boy recliner that Mr. Mudflap destroyed in a drunken rage. She rubbed herself through her panties and indulged in the wonders of masturbation.
Her panties were soaking wet by the time she slipped them off. Once they were around her ankles, she dug deeper, getting every crevice inside her vagina and rubbing her clit rapidly. She moaned and hollered; she was thankful that she didn’t have any neighbors, the old fucks would probably tell her to stop the rub session.
She was in ecstasy; it felt better than any man could make her feel. Just to think, she had the ultimate pleasure device attached to her. She fingered herself for minutes, hoping that it would never end.
That’s when she heard a snap! That came from her crotch area. She felt a sudden, sharp pain inside her pussy. She withdrew her wet hand from her vagina and noticed she was missing a nail. There was a miniscule spot of blood next the absent nail. She soon realized that it was from her vagina, rather than the fact that her nail was torn off.
The pain kicked in every second that the nail was in her vagina. She could feel that it was sticking straight up, piercing the upper-region of the pink cave. I just had to pick the longest, sharpest ones. She thought, while holding her pussy.
She squeezed, nothing came out. She then knew that she had to dig in deep and retrieve it before it destroyed her clitoris. She shimmied her hand inside, feeling around. The little fuckers deep she though. She could only feel it with the top of her finger.
Every time she moved, it mutilated the back of her vagina further. She knew that there was no chance of just letting it slide out because it was stuck in the top and bottom of her pussy. She had to grab it.
She shoved her hand in further then she ever thought was possible. It was the strangest feeling, very unnatural. She poked and prodded every small space in her originally air-tight vagina. She started to gag, almost to the point of puking, partly from her hand completely in her vagina and the other part because it was wet, like a cave.
At last, she grabbed the dread nail. It was slimy to the point where she thought it could have been a second clitoris or some such absurd thing. She grabbed it with her index and middle finger. As she was pulling it out, it ripped the top and bottom of her vagina in a straight line. It was the most painful thing she had ever felt.
The goddamned thing was completely red, no pink or pretty designs were visible. She ran to the bathroom and washed her hands (using extra soap.) She threw the dreaded nail in the garbage and did her best to clean every inch of blood out of her vagina so it wouldn’t clot. As she was doing so, she looked at her hand. There was no nail on her middle finger. She sat down and wept, and her vagina did the same.
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I'm a not very known writer that generally writes about taboo topics. If you want to contact me, send me an email to 'Impgardens@yahoo.com' (:
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