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The Imperial Youth Review


Evening, dawn. The might hunter returns from the sky, to the sky. Orion- mighty hunter.  Fear his sword. His..sword. “I’m sorry,” she laughs. “His sword. That’s fucking ridiculous.”

I love her. So much. I’d eat her pussy all day long, all night strong. I’d wear her like a hat. The mighty hunter returns from the sky- Orion, iron-thewed, hair shorn like a rough barbarian- business up front, pleasure in the back.  Liquor up front, poker in the rear.

“Yes please.”

Orion’s snake dangles from his belt and wraps cock-like around his leg, past the bald patch on his calf where the harness boots he usually wears rub the hair off, past his ankle, with a hiss, to the top of his British Knights.


The mighty hunter spits out the nicotine patch he has been chewing and within moments seems to blur, to fade,  to recede from everyone’s vision as…

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