Manuel Lobo

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StoryThe Art of Humming, or The God of Now Manuel Lobo012 years 2 months ago
StoryDeath Manuel Lobo212 years 4 months ago
StoryA very sharp fork Manuel Lobo312 years 4 months ago
CollectionLonely Stories Manuel Lobo012 years 4 months ago
CollectionOur Terrible Tale of Freedom Manuel Lobo012 years 4 months ago
StoryWe write later Manuel Lobo112 years 5 months ago
StoryUntitled One Manuel Lobo312 years 5 months ago
StoryUninspired Manuel Lobo012 years 5 months ago
StoryThe ghost has many faces! Manuel Lobo012 years 5 months ago
StoryTwenty three times I died before her Manuel Lobo212 years 5 months ago
StoryNote to the reader Manuel Lobo012 years 5 months ago
StoryThe mother of all whores Manuel Lobo012 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Nymph Manuel Lobo112 years 5 months ago
StoryOh, The Blood! Manuel Lobo012 years 5 months ago
StoryLearn to Remember Manuel Lobo312 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Time I Followed Her Manuel Lobo112 years 5 months ago
StoryHypocrite Manuel Lobo012 years 5 months ago
StoryDream no more Manuel Lobo312 years 5 months ago
StoryForbidden Manuel Lobo012 years 5 months ago
StorySmells and fluids Manuel Lobo313 years 3 months ago
StoryWe love you, cowards. Manuel Lobo513 years 6 months ago
StoryPhoenix Manuel Lobo313 years 7 months ago
StoryWoman Manuel Lobo313 years 7 months ago

My stories

Note to the reader

Perhaps now could be a time to address the reader and be clear about my intentions with all these stories about women.

The mother of all whores

I only speak truth when she makes me moan.

The Nymph

I owe you some honesty - I said to her while she was there burning -After all you first thought I was a rapist and now you trust me.

A very sharp fork

It is not an easy choice for a weakened man.

Smells and fluids

She smells of rotten hope and lonely sex

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