CANT STOP THE PLOP

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>I was only 9 years old
>I loved Andy so much, I had all the merchandise and albums
>I pray to Andy every night before bed, thanking him for the logs I've been given
>"Andy is love" I say. "Andy is life"
>Eustace hears me and calls me mentally ill
>I knew he was just jealous of my devotion to Andy
>I called him a logless shill
>He sages me and bans me from /b/
>I'm crying now, and my throat dries
>I lay in bed and its really cold
>A warmth is moving towards me
>I feel something touch me
>It's Andy
>I am so happy
>He whispers in my ear, "this is my toilet"
>He grabs me with his powerful emo hands and puts me on my hands and knees
>I'm ready
>I spread my mouth for Andy Sixx
>He penetrates my fucking throat
>It hurts so much but I do it for Andy
>I can feel my throat tearing as my eyes start to water
>I slidd along his force
>I want to please Andy
>He roars a mighty roar as he fills my throat with his love
>Eustace walks in
>Andy looks him straight in the eyes and says. "Grow up"
>Andy leaves through my window
>Andy is love, Andy is life


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