Manuel Lobo

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StoryThe Art of Humming, or The God of Now Manuel Lobo011 years 5 months ago
StoryDeath Manuel Lobo211 years 6 months ago
StoryA very sharp fork Manuel Lobo311 years 6 months ago
CollectionLonely Stories Manuel Lobo011 years 6 months ago
CollectionOur Terrible Tale of Freedom Manuel Lobo011 years 6 months ago
StoryWe write later Manuel Lobo111 years 7 months ago
StoryUntitled One Manuel Lobo311 years 7 months ago
StoryUninspired Manuel Lobo011 years 7 months ago
StoryThe ghost has many faces! Manuel Lobo011 years 7 months ago
StoryTwenty three times I died before her Manuel Lobo211 years 7 months ago
StoryNote to the reader Manuel Lobo011 years 7 months ago
StoryThe mother of all whores Manuel Lobo011 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Nymph Manuel Lobo111 years 7 months ago
StoryOh, The Blood! Manuel Lobo011 years 7 months ago
StoryLearn to Remember Manuel Lobo311 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Time I Followed Her Manuel Lobo111 years 7 months ago
StoryHypocrite Manuel Lobo011 years 7 months ago
StoryDream no more Manuel Lobo311 years 7 months ago
StoryForbidden Manuel Lobo011 years 7 months ago
StorySmells and fluids Manuel Lobo312 years 5 months ago
StoryWe love you, cowards. Manuel Lobo512 years 8 months ago
StoryPhoenix Manuel Lobo312 years 9 months ago
StoryWoman Manuel Lobo312 years 10 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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