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The River Styx of HeavensHell

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12/06/2019 10:16 PM 

Hardcore to keep Krampus (Sex)

  It was one of this days were the girls get ready, not average girl of course, when the woman close their doors and key down their self portray to reap the mask away from their p**sy. They massage their skins with perfumed intoxication dancing before the mirror halfway naked to keep the hit for the coming. "Yes, yes I'm Styx Sedna Mortificare of Hell and I get my demons, dark nymphs and any living woman who adores to have a never stoping orgasm to suck the d*ck of Hell around fires, no, no, not in the purgatory, please." With an almost visual transcription they pulled their panties up their waist, letting the thin thong part their hungry arses, entrails to their checks to hung smilingly for adventure. "I will give you the script to brake through, babes, I know how much you wish to scream it on the air!" My voice, penetrating with a final last breath, or the enraging hells. The travellers feared the stops wondering were their souls would stop as the dark nymph prepared their trip to be found in the upper world, the upper world of the Divine.

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   On the bank of a ditch, slightly the pussies slit their fingers parting their lips away from the discriminatory wet, engulfed by the profundity of having him again so deep and classic sliding in as the gentles fires of horrors to scream more, indeed, a little more, sharing him on not, if they shared him they would never stop, but they all got tired of waiting being pleased one by one. Directly in front of the river, tighten their heels to the dreamfull desires of their legs pray up on heaven upwards to be pulled off to be found by the flesh apart so as to display their innards, head down, zip it up, to be head down, beyond the confines of his horizons hitting on their walls, there was no more theatrical backdrop than having the everlasting climax  of his striding figure whose severe head as thick as the gates of hell pronounced his pass, clasped to enter as he pleased. Episode after episode, the only sin is to stop him. Slide your leg as an artist, turn that facial expression with disgust for more, let your long hairs grasp the floor, brunets and blonds, invite them all to your dance of hell. Zip tight the performance if you want to control his d*ck in your front door. 

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   On the other shore, at the boarders of the living where such actions of most physical sense, the ladies made the practical goodness waiting till boredom, till death reaped them apart wondering what was that who immediately re-opened their legs for such manner of carved relief, now waiting as if it would give nothing to give, nothing new, the same limited mortal cause of death to the imaginary by fear, shame and basic.

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   No steps given further to test the waters of the river Styx, but hey this waters are not mine, every living lost soul submerge willingly with a permanent last breath, split in two, diving in with a sense of drowning to never belong to any hell or heaven, denial after denial, curling down again in the circles of eternity to simply flow again, to gasp again for a little last breath, that sense of living on the edge between life's trance and the deadly nothingness of the damned souls marching past every known land in the netherworld. Without ambition for how hanged you are by the flow of the river as in procession to catch the next death. 

    Meanwhile we watched those who claimed in seeing us, as if we hunted houses and building as if we remained there, perhaps the last memory we left back retained to the stage of those who knew us, we did walk in the upper world too entering reflections of an embodiment. Crocked our heads by the sword of Saint Michel bowed transfiguring into the path of the living... not for them to become eternal, that happens on each's own, but to give a damn hint for the rest of the living to get more soul. And still they held to their possessions as if it was of so much value to control and not let go. 

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 Charon, Charon he was a brave man with a lover in each port, mmm, my ferry man, wind my hair back around and gently pull my leg across the other, forced to look up at him as he gazes at me. I gasp how can affect the waving river so much. "If there are no waves you can't go faster? Mmm...." I want to bite him get that sense of his bone, get distracted with his skull finding my pelvis seating on his boat as a stunning painting of the sea, obedient to his request. Waves, he likes the emotional waves. 

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 "You shall not worry if they stop liking you because such waves make you crash, at least you got the wicked pleasure of the effects to make your travel all the way down there"

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 You want him, you look around to all the slender woman in the universe, you want to shout, you want to push him and take him back, moan carefully to not scare him, tug the corners of his skin as if he really does exist, murmur against his mouth, let your blood rip in flames. "No Charon! Never Stop! Don't give it away!! AGhhh... Charon, how dare you!" Smack his jaw, holding his neck against my lower lip. And I put my hand on his lower head, he pulls me up and into his arms so I take a length of his punisher. "You wan't more! For how long can you sustain it if you really want it!" Squeezing tightly my thighs seat back on his boat, coaxing my p**sy to suck him to a long extend with some others. "Not now Charon, please!"

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  Tonight he was discussing hard limitations, runs his fingers around my neck because he needs a hardcore to get him going "Oh, Styx you dressed too tight, it will take too much to undo your dress, you don't wan't sex tonight?" I wasn't desperate. "You are freaking hot Charon I assume to have you hypnotised with the corners of my mouth to keep riding" Bounded my feet, we had to pick up a bunch of fatal fems in the way. "I'm going to do you, chill out, will yah?"

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 Seeing him on his knees in front of me, pushing his staff on the deepths of the waters to pull the boat, requested to ferry man in a sudden pointing my finger up towards the horizon "Stop, stop there there is a woman sinking her feet wholly in the river, lets pick her up, she is ready Charon, Charon, please stop, I want to have to fun"

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 I could feel his mental erection while got gripping his upper arms and splendid torso and strong wide shoulder, unruly, he groans, he eases the boat sliding out the staff away from the river into the shore arriving slower and slower, the lady gets in the boat shamelessly, she is not dead at all, she had glimpses of the afterworld in secretive portals and wished a sexual transportation to carry her wet elements forever. He languidly pushes the shores back with his stick, how surprisingly strong... muscular he is, my hips sit tranquil giving room, welcoming her to the ferryman's ride.

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Releasing the journey drops of Horney fluids travel down my waist and down behind. We stopped in heaven, his hand flexes over the backside, he is demanding, can feel every time his anger is about to erupt, it never does in the abyss but before arriving to heaven, the Elussyian Fields. Face to Face my body stands, grasping each side of the bridges who contained me to continue. Step out of his vessel, he is never prepared to enter the Paradiso a number of sketchily spirits blessed us, communicated latter onto him this levels for everyone who has unchained during their earthily lives. The Heavenly Paradise divided is between ten concentric spheres, in which the blessed duel with the deeds they gave in their recent past. The Heavenly Love contains a spiral stairway were my river cascades down. Charon must always wait down, he will come when ever he is please to let go of his boat and past, just as anyone. It's true that this eternity is giving to a communal state to those such as me who river it all with generous justice. Anything he wants he can have, but how easily this river is misunderstood. "My word is Gold, God I contemplate your command"

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When you think anything can push you down, when you think the pain in the past drops you to never try again, and you haul within your soul and shout gently to never step back in the ordinary world, down in hell were the ruminates walk in four legs, and you fear everything that was taken, then you must go again till you understand is all momentarily. A few of us, return to Hell as if it was Heaven without guilt or remorse, when you are a giver there is no fear but a solid preparation, the FerryMan always takes you, and I feel each side of the shore as he moves ahead.

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"Of course everyone want's to be special, Charon, as if the orgasm is unique as no other." My horns grew as he went across the legions, too hot, too cold, sweat falling down, trailing kisses to the lines of the woman who entered into eternity, its almost painful to love him so much, and he runs his tongue along his genius lip, completely. "Each ride is so special, were you taking us?" 

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"You fit my hand perfectly" Said to one of the fems in the ship, her toes so sexy, another laughingly mirrored her heels and runs her thumbnails up the instep of the new comer. We woman never stop an orgasms when is sooOOo "gooOOood, hum, ahhh, ahhh Charon, come on AggggammmmmgggmmmooOOOoonnnnmmmm hum hug.... oh, Ohmm, continue please, never stop, no, no don't end! PleasSsseee, hummmm, oh OH oh ooOOOOHHhh! Prrrr" Feet in the air screaming in extasis, as others pulled down for him touching eachother. Some times he took a little brake let the ride take off without his guidance, it got so humid inside he had to dry us all.

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   Charon, Charon between my ankles, quickly jerk in my p**sy, I am squirming with need for you in the other side waiting for your d*ck, other voices enjoying the multiple bliss, bracken their panties for more, some couldn't wait, over the thin lacy material of satin, slip their fingers to rub it while arching their arse to one another, kissing each other in murmurs want, wanting to kneel, so some did, other posed as Greek statues around him upraising our nipples to his altar ready to meet so he could admire their feminine narcism, they like to be watch, beautiful bodies like to be watch, could care less how others seem to be, really as long as the show goes on with the hardest top hit. I like to watch too, lean down to the side so they echo inside the caves of the Underworld till the confines of the last floor of the phallic tower, elevating. What a sweet sensation, violent to see in a zoom in the penetration going gleamy, hitting her blank ayes ready to gasp again in a last breath.
When you make love in this ways, when you make it with hatred as well, all eyes become one. 

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   Redundant or not the movement is taking no eyes off mine, lying on this ridding bed, standing look at the golden ladder who reunites in the last pit of hell as well give my binding Oath. "Your flat world will end down my feet, I swear by God." 

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The spiral waves keept non still, they had to move, they had to shout out the freedom who hit their cell, to be reopened. Dwon the four rings before meeting Lucifer we passed the last 4 rings of hell known as the "Betrayal of Trust" Me a Binding Oath to the Gods and Motals and the Furies dedicated our flight to take.
1- The betrayal of their won relatives
2- The betrayal of political allies
3- Betrayals of Guest
4- Betrayals of the son of God and the Caesar (The hand who gives you always)

     At this in the 34th canto of the 9th ring, transporting the transgressors, throw them down to the last pit, where Lucifer morns. Stood firmly holding my hands on each side of my pelvis with sentiment of infernos.

"The comedy of Patria is not a religion or philosophy but a state of mind!" Shouted as each one hit the floor with their faces. "Nor a passion or the indole of an author who has pass, the presented who has tempt the vice will progress by their experience into the new world were all others are involved!" 

Marked the fore of their heads with a burning seal between their eyebrows on the third eye, they could see past and present moving in their present action from now on, they could also see all others who surrounded God and Lucifer, who served the heavens and hells too, they understood sins and desires for recognition not as gifts, without forgiveness the couldn't move more.  More than cool, frozen in an open space beyond desires could see the whole humanity at large in their own skin. For the first time wondered if this given power was to be satisfied or to be given. 

"Let it be, at its pass, you will know when is time to move on" Said to each as the waves down my head, would bring them down home were they belong, but waited for this circle of eternity to end.  


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