Update 2026-09-28:New! Check out the Flash Archive!
Update 2026-09-25: Over 80k posts from the Internet Archive spanning 2021-2023, including full-size images, have been imported.
Update 2026-09-24: Search with AI: Type a natural search query to find relevant images. Click 'Similar' on any file to find visually similar images.
Update 2026-09-24: Over 2.3 million posts from the Kolyma-era Log Warehouse have been imported into the archive.
>Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.
>My mouth must've instantly fallen open as I stand frozen by the >sight. Here is Daniel, my boy, fully naked, on top of Molly. Her furry >legs spread open in a missionary position, while he is pumping his cock >into her dog pussy. He has her in a sort of bear hug, his head buried to >her side away from the door, as he continuously jabs his dick into the >family dog. His cock pops out of her pussy and he quickly guides it back >in like nothing happened, pushes in balls deep, and he keeps going
