Manuel Lobo

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StoryThe Art of Humming, or The God of Now Manuel Lobo012 years 9 months ago
StoryDeath Manuel Lobo212 years 11 months ago
StoryA very sharp fork Manuel Lobo312 years 11 months ago
CollectionLonely Stories Manuel Lobo012 years 11 months ago
CollectionOur Terrible Tale of Freedom Manuel Lobo012 years 11 months ago
StoryWe write later Manuel Lobo113 years 1 week ago
StoryUntitled One Manuel Lobo313 years 1 week ago
StoryUninspired Manuel Lobo013 years 1 week ago
StoryThe ghost has many faces! Manuel Lobo013 years 1 week ago
StoryTwenty three times I died before her Manuel Lobo113 years 1 week ago
StoryNote to the reader Manuel Lobo013 years 1 week ago
StoryThe mother of all whores Manuel Lobo013 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Nymph Manuel Lobo113 years 1 week ago
StoryOh, The Blood! Manuel Lobo013 years 1 week ago
StoryLearn to Remember Manuel Lobo313 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Time I Followed Her Manuel Lobo113 years 1 week ago
StoryHypocrite Manuel Lobo013 years 1 week ago
StoryDream no more Manuel Lobo313 years 1 week ago
StoryForbidden Manuel Lobo013 years 1 week ago
StorySmells and fluids Manuel Lobo313 years 10 months ago
StoryWe love you, cowards. Manuel Lobo514 years 4 weeks ago
StoryPhoenix Manuel Lobo314 years 1 month ago
StoryWoman Manuel Lobo314 years 2 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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