I Miss Axl I’ll Be Honest

I don’t think a cock cage would be enough to hold back Slash’s dick

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No but I bet he’d like it the little weirdo

look at these boys>>>>

save a horse, ride a cowboy

baby axl

izzy is such a mood i can’t

our lil weirdo 🥲

I need more people to be fucked up over body hair like beards sure fine whatever but BODY HAIR

Especially pits like I’m not crazy IM NOT CRAZY

Dave’s pretty clean but like 😩

I love body hair when it’s all sweaty and 🥺

Honestly not surprised in the slightest

(Schlatts bdsm quiz results from sdp Patreon)

Flesh of a Lamb, Blood of a Gazelle

Carne de Cordero, Sangre de Gazela

I loved your flesh like no other before, soft and tender, vibrant and warm. I devoured you without a pause, as your breath faded, lost to the storm.

You begged, you wept, you trembled in vain, your voice a whisper beneath your pain. My teeth tore through your delicate frame, and with each bite, I shared the blame.

I loved you as wolves love their gentle prey, as lions crave the feast of the day. It wasn't cruelty, but a longing dire, to taste your life, to quench my fire.

Flesh of a lamb, blood of a gazelle, pure and fragile, a bittersweet spell. Your beauty cursed me, bound me tight, a fleeting love consumed in the night.

Your blood ran deep, so vivid, so red, painting the ground where your spirit fled. I tore you apart with unbridled desire, until your life waned and dimmed its fire.

Now you rest, a mark on my soul, your essence lingers, making me whole. A love so cruel, yet achingly true, eternal flames ignited by you.

Flesh of a lamb, blood of a gazelle, innocence lost where passion dwells. Was I the wolf, or merely a man, forever tied to the life I began?

Spanish Version

Amé tu carne como a ninguna otra, suave y blanda, tibia y viva.Te devoré sin pausa ni demora, mientras tu aliento poco a poco se perdía.

Rogaste, lloraste, temblaste en mis manos, tu voz un eco entre gritos lejanos.Mis dientes rompían tu frágil figura, y en cada mordisco sentí mi tortura.

Te amé como el lobo ama al cordero, como el león ansía el sabor verdadero.No fue la crueldad, sino el deseo infeliz, que me llevó a buscarte en un rojo matiz.

Carne de cordero, sangre de gazela, suave y pura, pero efímera y bella. Tu fragilidad fue mi dulce condena, mi amor voraz, tu única cadena.

Tu sangre corría, ardiente y divina, formando un río que al suelo se inclina. Te desgarré con pasión desmedida, hasta que tu vida quedó consumida.

Ahora yaces, un recuerdo marcado, en mis labios, el sabor de lo amado.Un amor tan cruel como verdadero, tan efímero como eterno en mi fuego.

Carne de cordero, sangre de gazela, la pureza perdida, la pasión que envenena. No sé si fui lobo o solo un amante, pero tu muerte me ata a ti para siempre.