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

Dream no more

Alone, twisted and wet.

Oh, The Blood!

When I woke up I was alone on the blue velvet couch. No sign of Camila or Ana. Thin brownish lines of dried blood ran down from my chest as a reminder.

We love you, cowards.

She was so sexual, like a hunting mother lion.

Forbidden

I felt sorry when I found out her vagina was just an unloaded gun, still warm and with a taste of deadly powder.

Death

You speak with a bullet in your tongue, and you sound ridiculous.

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