Soul Snatching Through Pussy Walls

I’ve been walking around for three days now without a soul. Why, you ask? Well, my soul was snatched out my pussy the last time I was fucking, and I’m trying to figure out how to get it back. I was getting naked with my demon lover, and with my eyes closed, when I wasn’t looking, as I was reeling through orgasm six, he snuck in and snatched the soul out my pussy.

And here I am. Soulless in this world, wondering what kind of wager I’ll have to make with the devil in order to get it back. My friends tell me that there’s no way to get your soul back from the devil, but I’m planning on having him fuck it back into me. We’ll see if that works, or if I just wind up losing the last little bit of my soul that was still hanging on inside my body. In the meantime, I’ll be walking these streets feeling hollow and broken. Dusty and tired. Thoughts that only sound like screaming into an empty room. The devil has my soul, and no good will come of this. The devil stole my soul, without my permission, while I was flat backed and cumming like crazy. I don’t think it’s a fair deal, to trade my soul for a mere fuck. I would like to meet with the devil again and demand that he give me something more interesting than just sex. I would like to ask him for fame or fortune at least. Isn’t my soul worth more than just cumming? Or is that all the future holds. I have wagered my soul on a bet for sex, and I have lost. It’s time to go in guns blazing to meet Satan himself and demand my soul back. That, or die trying.