Shuffle and Splooge – Playlist #11

In this installment of Shuffle and Splooge, Sophie Saint Thomas goes a few sweaty rounds with RZA, and feasts upon the nether fruits of two vaginas. 

“Flying Birds” by RZA from Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai Soundtrack

“Osu!” I bellow, then bow to Sensei RZA. His Gi is open at the chest revealing his onyx skin, glistening with sweat. Today will be a private lesson in combat. I am training for my brown belt, yet from his stare I know he is more interested in my brown hole. “Kick me,” he orders. I transfer all my pent up sexual energy into the force of my blow. “Use your hips,” he says and puts his hands on my side, raising my leg into his chest. As my foot makes contact with his sternum he lunges back at me, forcing me to the mat. Out of respect, I do not speak. He removes my Gi and enters me. I catch drips of his sweat with my mouth and savor the taste. We move together, slow and spiritually until we become fluid bonded; Sensei Rza empowering me with the life force of his semen.

“Hurricane” by MS MR

Welcome to the inner workings of my mind, so dark and foul I can’t disguise. I revealed my most twisted fantasies to my lover, sure she would run away, but the storm never came. Rather, she embraced them. Now I’m in a make-shift dungeon of her doing, bound and beaten, as she stands above me, whip in hand. She puts her pussy on my mouth and I eat it like it’s my last meal on earth. She takes it away and spanks me for my sloppiness. I want more. I want more pain. Nights like these I become afraid of the darkness in my heart.

“Adrenaline Nightshift” by Japandroids

Years ago I blew all my money on various pleasures then hitchhiked to hell and back. One day I found myself on the outskirts of Las Vegas, in a trucker bar where rats scurried across the piss-stained floor and the whiskey tasted like gasoline. There I sat, sulking at the back of the bar, fiending. I was headed to the bathroom for another hit when a red-blooded daughter slowed my gun fire to rest. I made eye contact with the angel, also on the run, who took my hand and said “come with me.” We made love in her stolen truck, savoring each other’s un-showered stench. God I love the smell of pussy. Fuck the drugs, with her blitzkrieg love and a roman candle kiss, there’s no high like this.

Previously: Shuffle and Splooge: Playlist #10

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