"I suppose I could try to warn him that the pussy he is about to bury into is a sharp glass trap into Hell, but who would listen to a typewriter anyways. I'm not even a word processor."


"The girl on top of you, about to eat your cock with her pussy, made a deal with the Devil that she would be the greatest writer in the universe if she sacrificed men's souls. Nah, he wouldn't believe me. Soon it will be over. The moans, followed by the empty silence, and my ink will again run red with her stories."