Playing with Fire

Don’t mess around with that which you don’t understand. There are some things in this world that are darker and more sinister than even you could ever begin to imagine . . . for instance, while I was smoking my cigarette languorously last night, I happened to fall victim to a game that seemed innocent to most . . . playing with a ouija board. But once I called the spirit on the board, the room filled with smoke and a deadly creaking sound emanated from all corners of the room. “OOoooooo,” said the crazy ass-fucking ghost. I screamed, and tried to run for cover, but it was too late. He caught me in his ghost-cold hands and the ice ran through my veins. I tried to wiggle away, but he held me down fast and popped out his ghost cock from beneath the linen sheet I recognized from the hall closet. Then he rimmed my asshole with the head of that slut fucking dick stick and shoved himself inside. I got the lesson of my life. I know much better than to play with ouija boards now . . . unless of course I’m in the mood for some hot anal.

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