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The Night Visitor As she was awakened from her sleep, not accustomed to sharing her double bed, she appreciated the fact that, even if only for tonight she wasn't lying here alone. She felt his massive hands, first around her waist, then around her small breast, cupping them almost viciously, pinching the nipple with enough force to draw from her a moan of agonistic pleasure. She could vaguely remember meeting him at the town's Halloween party earlier that evening, one look into the tall dark stranger’s eyes and her thoughts had suddenly gone from the many amusement rides and funnel cakes, to a night of rough riding and fornication. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her lower extremities as her entire body is lifted off of the bed and she feels his massive man flesh slam deep into her already soaked vagina. The gigantic cock seemed to almost pulverize her flesh as it hammered deeper with each stroke until she thought for sure she could feel it in the back of her throat cutting off her breath. Both the pain and the pleasure were almost unbearable as she gripped the sheets in an effort to hold on to some form of sanity. She opened her mouth to scream out but her throat seemed sealed, as did her fate. As the jack hammering continued deep inside her, she felt herself fading into first orgasmic rapture, then into a comatose like state, in which she would probably remain until the bruises that now covered her body had faded, just like in the times before. Also like in times before, she managed just enough energy to raise her head toward her dresser mirror. Again just like before she saw her naked body, folded in half, her nose between her knees and her ass flailing back and forth pendulum style nearly two feet above her bed. She could literally see the juices splashing out of her obscenely stretched open lady parts from her dimming view point in the mirror. But what she didn't see was who was fucking her, because like before, she was home alone The ringing in her ears seemed at first to be coming from some far distant place, but then the ringing seemed to get louder. She imagined heavy chains, being dragged across the deck of a mighty, ancient sailing vessel. Chains attached possibly to a massive anchor on the far end, but by the haggard, and brittle, skeleton like crew of the ghostly, tattered vessel. She could actually feel the ocean spray against her skin as the ship slammed into gigantic waves, causing tremendous breakers to crash over its bow and the ocean spray to gently splash her skin. But nothing else was gentle about her voyage, as she opened her eyes to her wet surroundings, she sees the handlers of the chains, all around her, one hand locked frivolously in the chains of their damnation, the other reaching out to her, reaching into her, reaching through her; their fingers seem to ravish the very depths of her. The chains got even louder as not only the marauding mad men moved in close, but the stench of them as well. As they moved in close enough to smell the vile smell of their spit, the ringing of the chains got even louder. Just as she opened her mouth to cry out, a large wad of the creature's spit dropped tragically into her mouth. She gagged, choked and gasped for air; her entire body shot forward, until she found herself sitting upright in her bed, drenched in her on perspiration. She was suddenly back in her room, in her own bed. The ship and its deathly looking crew were now gone, but she could still hear the ringing. She soon realized that the ringing she was hearing was the telephone on the bedside table that was all but ringing off of the hook. She literally snatched the phone out of its charging cradle and without even clearing her eyes to see whose name was on the caller ID she asked, "Who is this?" The voice on the other end said, "I used to be your boss, until you were a total no call no show for the most important business meeting of your entire career yesterday, you're fired," the voice said before the phone line went dead. The call had no doubt brought her back to her senses, but when she had laid down it was early Saturday morning, her digital clock now informed her that it was 4:40 PM on Tuesday. S W I N G ~ S H I F T If anyone had asked, they probably would have been told that the hardest thing about working nights at the plant was staying awake. Mel was a single mother of three, with a teething toddler, whose dad had been a dead beat and hadn’t seen him since a few days after her bouncing baby boy was born, and he was now five months old. Not only had it been nearly impossible to find a baby sitter for a new born, but Mel had decided to breast feed in lieu of formula and her breast would not just leak but pour, any time her baby boy got hungry. Now that the baby had adapted to a pretty normal sleep schedule, Mel felt that she could finally trust and pray that it slept all night, so that she could make enough money to catch up on some bills. The Plant closed at 11PM and the large gates are locked up tight by a night watchman promptly at midnight until about 6 am. The Good thing was Mel was the night watchman from 11PM to 7AM. The bad news was, she wasn’t allowed to use any electronic devices except her cell phone, and then only in the case of an emergency. The facility had been built in the late eighteen hundreds as a textile manufacturing facility, but over the decade had served as everything from a trade school to an iron workers shop. Now the building was used to manufacture and warehouse copper fittings for an electrical company. During the day the noise in the building was such that ear covering was mandatory. After hours the facility was so quiet that it was said that you could have heard a rat pissing in cotton, had there been any cotton in the building. Word was that for a while in the early eighteen-hundreds there had been cotton here, tons and tons of it and slaves worked long hard hours feeding it to the machines that turned the cumbersome cash crop into tons of rolls of textile to be shipped around the country and possibly around the world. It was said that some slaves had even died here in the confines of The Plant. Mel sat alone behind the desk and listening to the nothingness that filled the large space. In less than an hour Mel already felt as if she might go stir crazy and decided to sing to herself, just to break the doldrums. At first Mel had only hummed her favorite tune, the one that seemed to always be somewhere on the landscape of her brain, but soon discovered that the acoustics of the space seemed to make her sound more angelic than even she had thought possible. Mel aloud herself to get lost in the moment, imagining herself onstage in a multi leveled theatre with raised balconies for the elite to enjoy the show from behind their hand held spectacles in private. The lights of the theatre had been dimmed, in order to give Mel the spot light on stage. Now her voice bellowed across the room as she sang her heart out to the audience in her mind’s eye. Once she had completed her song, Mel acknowledged her admiring fans with a slight knee bend and a bow that was immediately followed by uproarious applause. Mel kept her head bowed; basking in the moment, as she imagined the curtain being lowered and the sound of hands clapping slowly became muffled behind the heavy drapes. As the hand claps subsided, Mel could even now still hear several palms pounding together and turned her head in the direction of the sound even before she’d opened her eyes. What she saw when she opened her eyes had made her own blood run cold. She quickly realized that she was not in a fancy smancy theatre, but instead back at the plant, in the middle of the night, but the vision in the doorway now made her realize that she wasn’t alone. Standing only a few feet in front of her were three very muscular, very black and apparently very dead plant workers, garbed in tattered bib overalls. Their dark muscles seem to glisten with sweat; their dark eyes seemed to peer through her very soul. Each of them stood side by side clapping, but it wasn’t their massive hands that were making the sounds she soon came to realize. That sound that Mel had been hearing was coming from the three men slapping the palms against three of the biggest, blackest and hardest dicks she had ever seen in her life. Mel knew instantly that they were all dead, she was also aware that she should probably be very afraid, but for some reason she wasn’t afraid at all. Instead of being frightened or even nervous for that matter, Mel realized that she wasn’t at all scared; in fact what she realized was that she was so aroused that she could feel the warm moister starting to soak through her uniform slacks. Mel had wanted to transfix her eyes on just one of the large, beautiful cocks, but found each one was more beautiful than the next one. Without giving it too much more thought, Mel dropped to her knees, directly in front of the one in the middle, her eyes now level with the engorged middle monster cock. In one swift movement, she took the head of the horrendously large dick between her lips, at the same time reaching out to both sides to take each of the other gargantuan ghost dicks in hand. Mel wrapped her full lips completely around the mushroom shaped head and in doing so found that her jaws were already stretched to the limits and she had only managed to get the head in. Her plan had been to suck the one ghostly goliath, while jerking off the other two, but little did she know, the three diabolical demon dick owners had plans of their own, and the dick in her mouth had first dibs. Without warning, the middle dick thrust forward, causing Mel to both feel and hear a loud pop in both ears, as her jaw bone was sprung on both sides. She wanted to scream out in protest, but the demon dick had already dived deep into her throat, thus making vocalizing anything at all impossible and making breathing itself something worth fighting for. Squeezing the other two cocks between both fist, hoping this might somehow stop the brutal assault to her oral cavity, Mel gasped for breath again as she decided to dig her nails into the shaft of both dicks, in hopes of somehow finding her freedom; but the pain that she thought she that she was causing the evil duo, seemed to only spur them on, as they now began to grow even more massive in her palms. The shaft of both pussy wrecking peckers had now grown so large and stone like, that not only could she no longer close her fingers around them, but the nails that Mel had dug into the beastly shafts had all broken off and gone flying hither and yarn. Just as she thought for sure she’d pass out from lack of oxygen, Mel felt the cool rush of air across her lungs as the second dick popped violently out of her mouth before spinning her a full 180 degrees, where she then came face to dick with evil dick number three. Being that her jaw was already sprung, Demon dick three had no problem now filling the whole now left vacant by evil dick number two. The owner of the first boner then slid to the floor on his back beneath her and she was quickly disrobed and lowered onto his massive girth. Cocksman number two immediately took up refuge behind her where he positioned his bulbous battering ram of a head against her tight anal ring and pushed. The resounding pop was the last thing the Mel heard as she totally lost consciousness, while being viciously face fucked, having her pussy pulverized and anally assassinated. The next morning when the gates were unlocked and management began to slowly make their rounds, an unexpected key holder found both doors to either side of the security office both unlocked and open. That wasn’t what had provoked the scream however; hanging between the two open doors, butt naked, was the night watch person. The knob of the inner door was imbedded in her mouth, while the knob of the outer door seemed to be embedded in her pussy. On even closer inspection it was found to be her rectum. All doors leading both in and out of the facility from this room were locked tight and motion sensor cameras installed throughout the facility had detected no movement at all the entire evening. The Princess In The Tower Liz had devoted her entire life to painting life like portraits. It had been said that her art work was some of the most life like ever created with a brush on canvas. She had received accolades from as far west as Asia and as far east as France and the U.K., in fact she had recently been invited to Saudi Arabia to bid on the privilege of creating a masterpiece in the lobby of one of the mind blowing new sky scrapers in Dubai in the United Arab Emirates. Liz was excited by the idea of her paintings being so widely accepted. What she wasn’t excited about was the prospect of traveling outside of the United States. Besides, she had heard many stories about how women in other countries were not only treated as property but are expected to be subservient to men as well. Not that Liz couldn’t be a little submissive in the right hands, or if placed in the right situation with the right person, but she had absolutely no desire to submit to any man that she didn’t know. Truth be told, Liz painted as a way to escape, literally. You see, whenever Liz would paint she’s not only transformed into someone different, but into a totally different world as well. For example, she had once painted a tropical beach scape during a harsh winter storm where Icy tree limbs had brought down power lines all over the area and it seemed as if the entire state would be stuck in a cold, dark freeze forever. After just under a full week with no power and temperatures hovering just above zero, Liz had not only weathered the storm unscathed, but she’d actually emerged a week later, much to the disbelief of her friends and neighbors with an almost tropic tan and not a single tan line. Tonight Liz was having a glass of Barefoot Moscoto and working on a mystical piece that had required that she use much darker colors than her usual. She herself had watched almost in aww as the dark, foreboding dreamscape slowly took form. What was forming on the canvas looked like a tall limestone tower, that reached out of the foliage below, high into the Stratocumulus far above the landscape. Even the skies surrounding the dark tower loomed ominously in the not so far at all distance. The only bright spot in the entire picture was a dim light, a light that seemed to be coming from a window near the very top of the tower. Liz dipped her thin brush once more, but this time into the lightest color of paint that she had on her pallet. The color was a vanilla or bone color that she quickly swirled in small circles in the top right corner of the page. The bright blur soon became a circle, the bright circle soon transformed into what was clearly a full moon, casting an eerie glow along the right side of the tower. Liz day dreamed of the beautiful maiden trapped high up in the tower, with no chance of escaping until possibly the next full moon, where by then she David have lost enough weight during her confinement, to be thin enough to actually slide down the beams of light cast off of the tower by rays of the full moon. Although her place of captivity had been well stocked by 5the forces of evil that had entrapped her here, Liz knew that if she were to gorge herself with meats, bread, wines and cheeses, she would gain weight by the time the moon completed its lunar cycle and any attempt to climb down its beams would result in her tragic demise. Liz dipped the tip of her brush once again, this time when she raised it up to the canvas it was to white wash the moon until its glow seemed to blur into surrounding cloud formations. Once she was done, Liz once again dipped the tip of the paint brush in the bone like color. This time she used very tiny strokes to sign her name to the bottom right hand corner of her finished piece. Liz then sat staring at the picture; not only at the picture, but into it, into the window, into the tower, into the depths of the very tower itself. Liz closed her eyes, allowing herself to see the chamber at the top of the tower. It was an opulent space, lavishly decorated with all of the things that Liz had come to love in life. The only thing that was missing was the one thing that she had missed most of all . . . True Love. Liz laid herself gently atop the huge canopy bed and dreamed that she was a princess with long flowing hair, like Rapunzel. Her thick braid tied in a tight bun at the nape of her neck, could easily be hung out the tower’s window, so that her handsome prince could use it to climb up the tower walls, ravish her body until the moon came around again, and then the two of them could slide down the moon’s rays together. The thought alone had made Liz both giddy and damp. Like a school girl filled with unabashed anticipation, Liz ran giddily over to the window, sat on the window seal, pulled the hairpin from her hair and watched it cascade over the window’s ledge and down the side of the tower. After having sat and waited on that window seal for what had seemed to Liz like ever, she had finally decided that her prince probably wasn’t going to be coming tonight, which meant she probably wouldn’t be either. She decided instead that she would take advantage of the situation and the fact that she couldn’t be disturbed, and pleasure herself. Liz stripped totally naked, tossing her clothing haphazardly around the oversized room. Once she was totally naked, Liz climbed back atop the large canopy bed. “Let’s make this more exciting”, Liz said, removing her thigh high stockings and tying them in knots on both sides of the canopy bed’s big headboard. She then stuck her petite hands through the small openings between the stockings and the bed post, closed her eyes and opened her imagination. Now that she was naked and in place, Liz yanked both first one wrist and then the other, causing both slip knots in the stockings to now grasp her wrist so tightly that she immediately wished that she had not yanked the nylons so hard. Now naked, secure and alone, Liz began to whisper; “Here I am my prince, if you want this good pussy it’s yours for the taking, all you have to do is come and get it. But you’ve also got to make me cum when you get it”, she said with a playful giggle. It was at that moment that she’d felt the first tug. Liz had first thought it only her imagination, or perhaps simply the way she had turned her head. Before she could finish her thought, her hair was yanked again, this time more violently than before. The light tug first turned to a harsh tug which soon turned into a constant hard pull. The pull had actually become hard enough by now that Liz felt that had it not been for the fact that she had bound both of her wrist to two of the beds four post, she might have been pulled right out of the bed and over to the window. Her prince was apparently not a little guy, Liz thought almost laughingly, but that was OK too because Liz had always gone for big guys. Feeling the pressure loosen now on her hair, Liz had concluded even without opening her eyes that her prince had managed to scale the tower walls and was now inside the tower room with her. “What took you so long”, Liz said as she now felt him draw in close to her. “You sure no how to keep a girl waiting”, she said as she felt him brush against the foot of the bed and then she felt and heard the mattress sink in at the foot of the bed between her wide spread legs. “Yes baby”, Liz said upon feeling this, “Yes, you know exactly what I want, I want you to eat me, and I want you to devour my pussy like a crazed lunatic”, she said to the dark silhouette now waiting between her legs. But for the moment her prince charming had something else in mind. “You’ll get your wish Sweetness”, the deep voice said from the shadows in between her meaty thighs. It was at that moment that Liz felt her vagina lips being forcefully spread apart, by what had felt to Liz like a large, warm, furry finger. The finger soon burrowed deep into her, causing first lustful pleasure, then agonizing pain. It was at this point that Liz’s eyes had shot open, only to see that what was mounting her was not a prince at all, at least not one of this world. The creature had massive leather like wings, long fingers with clawed like talons and deep set amber eyes; but dam the dick felt good as it jack hammered in and out of her, causing her to first scream and then cream all over the large hairy phallus. Not until she had cum buckets did Liz seem to come to her senses, realizing that her handsome prince wasn’t so handsome after all. “Oh my God, get away from me”, Liz cried out as she struggled against the nylons now holding her captive and naked in front of the winged demon dick. “Please”, she said, “I’ll give you whatever you want, just please untie me”. I’ll gladly grant you your first wish”, the dick hardened demon said as he once again knelt between Liz’s legs, his hot breath now scorching her inner thigh. “I’m going to devour your pussy just like you asked me to, and then I’m going to eat you just like you said. As his legs sank between Liz’s thighs, his fang like teeth sank deep into her pussy lips, shredding them as he ate his way up. Liz was never seen alive again. Her landlord was eventually forced to remove all of Liz’s belongings from her apartment as Liz hadn’t been seen in almost three months and her rent was now about to become a full ninety days past due. Her landlord had no choice but to put Liz’s things in storage so that he could rent out the unit and recoup some of his losses. He’d had everything from her apartment, removed and put into a storage unit in town; everything except a picture that he’d decided to keep to remember her by. He had hung the picture in his glass enclosed sunroom, because when the moon light would hit it just right he would swear that he could see a pretty princess in the brightly lit window of the dark tower. Gypsy Mystique The village had been pretty much self-sustaining for years. Everything that they needed, they’d grown. From lima beans to the livestock it was all homegrown in Darkshire Village. Sheep provided the villagers with, wool for clothing and warm blankets, skin for boots, coats and trousers and on special occasions, even meat. The Darkies diet had consisted mainly of chicken that they hand raised and eggs, beef, Dark men were great with livestock, and fish, mainly the large salmon netted along the river’s edge at dusk. The men were hunters, farmers, blacksmiths, furriers, warriors and lovers. The women were statuesque, strong and sultry. The problems of the outside world were unknown to the children of Darkshire Village. Lamps burned on fuel and the days ended at sunset. No one had locks on their doors, or even latches for the matter. Tools, like the people were quite primitive, but they shared everything that they had and had everything that they needed. The Fall Harvest had always been a time of celebration for the people of the Valley. After the foods had all been harvested, canned and stored, a large quantity was set aside for “The Harvest Night Celebration.” Everyone participated, everyone ate, drank and made merry. They also made Angela, Lori and Genney, the prettiest three women of the entire gypsy clan. Most desired by far was Genney, a tall, tanned, almost burlesque woman with an almost masculine femininity and more muscle than most men. Genney had always done more than her share all around the village and people of the village had found many ways over the years to show their appreciation. On Harvest Night, Genney always enjoyed the first cut, the largest share, the best seat, the finest wines and the most sought after males. Tonight wouldn’t be any different. After being lavishly draped from her shoulders to her bare feet in the finest bedazzlements that the community could muster up, Genn is carried into the village center atop a woven canopy made of interwoven Palm leaves. Her body was adorned with flower petals before being coated with drippings of honey, as her hair was drenched in passion fruit juice. After being given an exotic potion of sweet berries and coconut milk, the float that had carried Genney into town, became her bed in the center of it. It had been the male elders that had carried Princess Genn into the village center; it had been the female elders that had derived the coconut concoction and the younger women that had coated her body in passion fruit juice and honey. And now it was time for the young and adoring men to play their part in tonight’s celebration. They each stood shoulder to shoulder, bearing torches, until they had totally encompassed her now glistening form. The tonic that she had completely consumed a short while ago was already causing her to have hallucinations. The neurological effects of the potion had already caused her to go numb from her throat down. She could see, and hear, and would always and forever remember everything that took place on that sacred and solitary night. It wasn’t that Genney couldn’t feel, on the contrary, her senses were heightened forty fold, allowing her to not only feel, but to be completely devoured in every sensation that she felt. As she lay on her back, her eyes open, she was visually aware of every movement around her, but could not turn her head or mover her extremities. The young gypsy males of the tribe laid their torches on the ground in a circle that totally surrounded her. Then, one by one the men approached; each keeping his fingers interlocked behind his back as he kneels down next to her nearly naked form and places his mouth on her, sucking gently until his lips forms a seal on her body. This action was completed time and time again, until every male that could fit, had their lips locked on one part of her sweetly seasoned frame or another. Soon Genney had become all but invisible to the on lookers, who now begin to chant in unison as the young men began to suck in rhythm. The sensation literally reverberated through every single inch of her now paralyzed body. Genney’s body reacted to the sensations, despite the fact that she could not move or even vocalize the sensations that she was now experiencing. She could feel her body betray her as her lower extremities began to convulse angrily, before voiding a stream of ejaculation that had almost drowned half dozen or so of the young pledges. The first signs of her ejaculations had sent the young boys into a lustful frenzy. Soaked faces now begin to jockey for position and the tribe of men begin to fight over her body, now dressed only in lips. As the more ferocious of the males claim what they feel to be their rightful position between her widely spread thighs. The first male to fight his way into her, screamed out with a jubilant cry of achievement as he drove his boyish manhood deep into her extremely over sensitized lady part. Although this particular male had felt rather small and un-encompassing to Genn, the stimulation still caused her mind to sputter as though it were about to short circuit. She could feel suction on every inch, continuous nibbling on both nipples, as well as beneath her breast; tongues in both of her ears and lips on her earlobes as well. She could simultaneously feel a few of the young men sucking on several of her toes simultaneously as others still nibbled her arches, her heels, her inner thighs, even behind her knees. Genn wanted to cry out, either in ecstasy, agony or a combination of the two, but could only lay there limply being lapped at by lips, tormented by tongues and teased with a tiny dick. It was at this time that one of the youth jumped onto the platform above her, his knees on both sides of her head and pressed his man sized cock against lips that didn’t have the David or the ability to resist. Genney felt her jaw give way to the pressure as the cock embedded itself in her throat, momentarily cutting off her ability to breath. A quick gasp for air only filled her with the over whelming scent of sweaty testicles. With his balls pressed firmly on both sides of her nostrils, the young, horny aggressor drilled his cock deeper and deeper into her oral cavity until she felt for sure she would vomit had her gag reflexes not also been paralyzed. The battering went on for what seemed like ever in both of her holes, as she continued to pour her body’s nectars into a metal pan beneath her already soaked mat. As the young man with the little dick came to a thrashing climax deep in her pussy, he literally fell out of her, only to be replaced by another and then another. They were all taking turns having their way with her, each one seemingly hornier than the one before, each seemingly larger than the one before as well. Suddenly the jeers of the onlookers got louder as the crowed cleared to one side, making space for the chosen one. Genney watched in an almost eager panic as young bodies were literally hurled off of her and into the audience. Her eyes then locked on the darkest villager she had ever seen in her life. His loins were for the moment covered with a loin cloth that looked like it could have easily served as a blanket for two. The mammoth male positioned himself unceremoniously between her already hemorrhaging thighs before pulling the string that released what Genney had first thought had to be the biggest and blackest cock she had ever seen or even imagined in life. She was momentarily relieved to find that it wasn’t at all one big monster sized cock, but two; she was instantaneously terrified to find out that the both of them were folded in half. There wasn’t even time for protest, as he snatched both of her legs skyward until the souls of her feet glistened under the full Harvest moon. With a valiant roar that could only have been described as unearthly, he impaled both of her lower holes simultaneously with what felt to Genney more like dueling spears than devilish dicks. By the second thrust she was sure she had felt her perineal split from the friction. By the third she knew for a fact that her pussy and her ass hole had become one. Before she felt her spirit leaving her body, Genney Davided herself one more orgasm, before passing out altogether. The next morning Genney woke up in her bed modern day Newark, soaked in sweat and not at all able to remember anything at all about her dream on the night before. N I G H T - N U R S E I had only expected the worse after coming home after a brief stay in the local hospital, after an unexpected and still unexplained attack left me violently nauseous, trembling from chills and soaked with sweat. After a three day stent of painfully placed I.V. lines and much too much morphine, I was released with several preions. I had been given a preion for Norco for my pains, Zofran for my nausea and a phone number for an agency that would provide me with a daily home health care nurse for a couple of days until I was back on my feet. I was more than a little sure that I should accidently lose this third preion, because Lord knows the women that work for those agencies were usually out right homely looking, dog eared and damned near disgusting. The problem was, Dr. Valdez, my primary care physician was famous if not infamous for following up with her patients. Reluctantly I had to follow through with the call and was informed that an R.N. David be arriving at my residence at about 8 AM the following morning. I accepted the fact that it was what it was and settled in on my living room sofa with a large bottle of Gatorade for electrolyte intake and a mop bucket to barf it all back into seconds later. After taking two 5/325 Norco tablets, the remainder of my evening had been pretty much an uneventful blur, no nausea, no night sweats and no reason to give up my spot on the sofa for my nice warm bed. Instead I lay sprawled across the sticky Italian leather sofa cushion in a damned near catatonic state until my bladder began to scream in protest the next morning. After taking a couple of moments to remind my brain why I had spent the night in the living room, on my Natutzzi leather sofa with a mop bucket. After paying homage to the porcelain throne, I stood at the mirror trying to figure out how a black man could tell if he had dark circles under his eyes and why my breath both smelled and felt like a skunk had shat in it. I opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed the tooth paste, opened the tube and squeezed a good amount onto my toothbrush. After brushing both my teeth and my tongue I placed the tooth paste back in the medicine cabinet and my tooth brush back into the metal holder on the bathroom counter. I bent over to retrieve the bottle of mouth wash from the cabinet beneath the sink just as the buzzer sounded, signaling that someone outside of the building had a desire to get inside my particular unit. Startled I rose up quickly, smacking the back of my head so hard on the still opened medicine cabinet door that after cursing the stars I was sure I would rise to find a cracked mirror. I slammed the mouth wash bottle onto the counter and after seeing that the medicine cabinet wasn’t broken, slammed it shut as well. I released the grip on the back of my bald head with my other hand, long enough to check my palm for traces of blood. Being somewhat relieved to have found no sign of plasma on my palm, I made haste to the front door, being sure to check the time on a digital clock near the dining room as I went. The fact the digital display said 7:52 AM answered the question that I had been asking myself since the buzzer first sounded. Before I had even opened the door I stood behind it, reminding myself that no matter how gruesome the woman standing on the other side of this door might look, she was here for one reason and one reason only, to help nurse me back to some resemblance of good health. I blew a quick burst of air into my cupped palm, to make sure that my breath didn’t over take her as soon as I opened the door. What I had expected was a nurse like the one that had manned the clinic in my junior high school, an old, obese and outwardly overly ugly little woman dressed in white and wearing a little white nurse’s cap. What I found standing on the other side of the door was the most attractive green eyed Hispanic that I had ever laid eyes on. My head must have begun swimming at the very sight of her because the next thing I knew I was leaning against the wall in my foyer and she was under my arm. “I admit I’ve had men fall for me before but this is a little quick don’t you think?” she said to me as she struggled to keep my over 6’2” frame propped against the wall with her barely 4’11’ statuesque figure. “I was beginning to think I was going to have to administer CPR”, she told me with a smile that could have jumped started a Peterbuilt diesel engine. “I was getting a little nervous because it’s been a while and my technique may be a little rusty”, she said with a heart rendering smile. “I’m sure I’ve got all the lube those lips need”, I’d replied before I had even realized it. I could tell instantly that my statement had caught her totally off guard, especially the compromising position that the two of us were now in. After sharing a nervous laugh, she helped me over to the sofa where I literally collapse out of her arms. “Have you had theses dizzy spells long,” she asked me. “Only since you walked into my life” I responded. Ignoring my flattery, she allowed her duties as a nurse to take over. Grabbing both my pajama pants legs at the bottom front, she lifted both of my legs onto the ottoman in front of the sofa and proceeded to remove my socks. “What are you doing”, I asked, somewhat dumbfounded by her current actions. Without missing a beat she responded, “I need to check your circulation” she said, now in full nurse mode. “In my feet,” I asked inquisitively. “Where would you like for me to check it,” she asked, sounding probably as innocently as she could have. The gleam in my eyes told her all that my words had not dared to. “I don’t think so,” she said, now sounding rather matronly in a Sofia Vergara sort of way. “But I didn’t even catch your name, can I at least see some I.D. before you start massaging my feet,” I ask sincerely. “You probably didn’t catch it because I didn’t throw it,” she whispered, but she did unclip her nursing ID from her scrub top and toss it into my lap. Her ID read Candice Diaz, RN Supervisor and the name of the agency that employed her. After glancing over it quickly I handed the ID card back to her and smiled. “Listen, I know what I’m doing, I’ve been a nurse for eighteen years, that’s why they sent me to assist you and not some Level one G.N.,” she continued. “Now, first things first, you reek of perspiration, it’s most likely from all of the sweating you’ve been doing trying to sweat out whatever is currently ailing you,” she continued. “Let’s get you undressed and into a nice bath.” I could hardly believe what my ears were hearing, but my dick had apparently heard here loud and clear. She glanced down nonchalantly and said, “I see I’ve gotten your attention.” “I see you’ve gotten me at attention,” I said as she reached finally manicured fingers toward my mid-section. My large hands quickly intercepted her smaller ones. “Wait, what are you doing,” I giggled nervously, now housing both of her warm hands in my own. But the string to my pajamas was already in her grip and like the hot blooded Hispanic that she is; she would waste no time pulling it. “Now you have two choices,” Nurse Candice chuckled; “Either you can continue to hold my hand, in which case I’ll let go of the string and your pants David drop to the floor, or you can let go of my hand and take them off yourself. You really should stop making this more difficult than it needs to be, because either way I intend to get you naked.” The mere thought of me standing naked in front of such a hot Latin woman as Candice had caused my manhood to once again strain against the front of my pajamas. Problem was, this time the draw string had been undrawn, the blood had started flowing and my dick had started growing. Candice took one look at the problem growing between us and drops to her knees. “I have just the preion for that as well,” she said as she dropped the short distance to her knees on the carpet in front of me and released my massive member. Had I not been so aroused by the whole goings on, I might have actually noticed that the length of my dick went from her hair line to her nipples. To make a long story short, I haven’t been sick since, but I’ve made sure to schedule regular home visits just to be on the safe side. She informed me that she was only available at night. Go figure. Weight and See It was just after 2 AM on a Sunday morning and David sat alone, in front of the TV, in his Lazy Boy yet again nibbling on pork skins, popcorn and Pepsi. He had now reached what most consider being middle age by watching the world go by, either on TV or via the Internet. He had Sega, Nintendo and every Play Station device ever made. David worked two jobs, one a Telemarketer and the second a consumer service advisor. Both jobs required that David be online, on the phone and on his ass. By the time he had worked a full year on the two jobs and could afford a much needed vacation, he had gained a whopping eighty-six pounds. As exasperating as that might have been to him he’d felt hopeless to do much about it. You see, whenever David was depressed or upset about something, or anything at all for that matter, he ate. David was known at the local Dollar Store by all of the employees. One of the managers could often be heard joking with him on his visit about their consumption of beef sticks. In fact, on the first day of his vacation, David actually sought out every Dollar Store within a twenty-five mile radius, drove there, purchased every case of Monster Beef Sticks that the stores had and packed them into the drawer of his computer desk. David was probably on his fifty-leventh Monster Beef Stick by 2 AM Sunday morning when he came across an online advertisement that offered personal and private weight loss consultation. He jotted down the number on a note pad atop his cluttered computer desk before, checking his empty e-mail one more time and then headed off to bed. Sleep didn’t come easily for David that night. Like most nights heart burn would torment him until he consumed a hand full of the colorful antacid tabs from the large jug that he kept on his night stand. By the time the burning in his chest had subsided, David was snoring in dreamland. The Next morning, the overwhelming urge to urinate had caused David to reluctantly, however expeditiously depart his bed at 7:45 AM. As he stood relieving himself in front of his toilet, David was already calculating his next meal and anticipating his next online undertaking. Suddenly David remembered the phone number that he had hastily scribbled on the note pad on his office desk and became suddenly giddy. No sooner than he finished peeing and without washing his hands, he made a beeline straight to his workspace. Seeing the number hastily scribbled in pen on the small note pad seemed to make him almost euphoric. Not even bothering to rip the top sheet from the binder, instead preferring to read and dial the numbers right from the sheet. After three brief rings, David was greeted by an automated voice that informed him the business was now closed and that he should please call back during regular business hours, 9AM to 6PM eastern standard time. David slammed the phone down angrily and stood staring at the number for what seemed like ever before finally tearing the paper off of the binding and shoving it into the pocket of his pajama pants. It took him just over an hour to shower, dress and fix breakfast. Breakfast consisted of four fried eggs, a twelve pack of pork sausage patties, a full can of those layered biscuits and a half gallon of not orange juice but orange Kool-Aid, into which he had poured nearly two and a half cups of sugar. David even gobbled down his breakfast at his desk. It took everything in him to wait until exactly 9:01 to dial the number on the piece of paper from last evening. By the second ring, little beads of perspiration had already appeared on David’s forehead. By the third ring he was sure this whole idea was a big dumb mistake and was just about to drop the phone back into its cradle when he heard . . . “Good Morning and thank you for calling A Whole New You, my name is Isis, how might I direct your call this morning?” “Hello, Good Morning,” David had repeated back to her as cordially as he could; “I saw your add online about private weight loss consultation and I was wondering where you were located and how this all worked?” David said to her in an almost rehearsed manor. “How it works?” questioned the pretty voice on the other end of the phone. “Yes, you know, like how do you make people lose weight?” “We don’t Sir,” the voice on the other end said, causing David to look down at his phone’s caller ID to make sure he had dialed the right number. “You don’t?” David repeated after her; “But your online advertisement said,” he began before the pretty voice literally cut him off. “A Whole New You doesn’t make people lose weight Sir; we simply retrain your brain in proper nutritional habits and a more active lifestyle. The results are both undeniable and long lasting,” she cooed. “How much weight are you looking to lose? I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your first name,” the woman said. “I didn’t throw it,” David laughs gruffly, causing the woman with the nice voice to chime in giddily along with him. “My first name is Davidiam,” he told her through a sausage and biscuit burp. “I’m sorry, please excuse me, I just had breakfast,” David chimed in. “Thank you David, I do understand,” she implied before continuing. “First of all I need for you to realize that ours is is not an in house or in-patient type facility. There are no group sessions, weekly or monthly, no preion meds, vitamins, supplements or multivitamins to purchase or to take and our results have literally been off the charts David. Does this sound like something you might be interested in trying?” “Well I’m looking to lose between eighty and a hundred pounds; can your program help me to do that?” The two of them agreed to meet later that morning, ironically in the food court at the mall. David wobbled off of the mall elevator and into the food court ten minutes ahead of their proposed meeting time, so that he could find a seat on the outer realm of the food court, one so that he had a clear visual vantage point and two so that he wouldn’t be surrounded by the odiferous whiffs of Cini Bun and Popeye’s Chicken. David lay his size 3X London Fog coat across his massive thighs and settled in to people watch until his new acquaintance had arrived. He had always thought the food court at the mall a great place to people watch, but lately when he would visit, David felt like Tupac Shakur; all eyes on me he would think as people gawked and whispered at the mere sight of him consuming large quantities of fast food. David rhythmically tapped his hefty fingers on the small round table top as he sat imagining a five piece pox of spicy chicken, a large order of seasoned fries, two buttery biscuits and a large sweet iced tea. The thought alone actually gave David a partial woody, until he saw the statuesque woman walking toward him. “Hi, are you David?” a pretty woman in form fitting business attire said to him as she approached his table with a smile that could have given a blind man a boner. David quickly pushed back from the small round table and attempted to stand, but his massive belly sprang forward and almost tipped the table over. David reached out his right hand to shake the pretty woman’s own dainty extended right hand, only to have his coat fall cumbersomely to the floor. In an attempt to pick it up, David’s cumbersome attempt to retrieve it had caused an all too familiar sound to race out of his but crack as he felt the seam of yet another pair of paints give way under the stress. Cooler breezes suddenly surrounded his nuts as he scooped up the coat and through it over his shoulders, still hoping that she hadn’t heard the totally obvious and unmistakable sound of rip. “Hello and yes I am,” said David as he took her dainty hand into his almost morbidly chubby one. “Um, what big hands you have,” the woman said flirtatiously. “I’ve always had a thing for big men, I guess it’s ironic that I would get into a line of work where I’m expected to change the very thing that I love so much,” she continued almost seductively David thought. “Do you mind if I sit?” she asked. “Not at all David stuttered as he clambered nervously to pull a chair out for her. Not even bothering to take off his trench coat, David waited until she was seated before he too sat himself down on the tails of his trench coat. “I was really expecting a much larger guy David, had you not been looking as if you were looking for someone I might have thought that you were just some handsome hunk hanging out in the mall food court,” she said. The closest David had been on a date in the past twenty years was when he had been asked to escort his pretty wheelchair bound neighbor to a PTA meeting at her daughter’s school after she broke a leg and couldn’t drive her car. She had been a happily married woman of course and had only asked him because her husband had probably told her to ask the fat guy next door if he could possibly accompany her, after all he looked harmless enough. “So how much weight are you hoping to loose David,” she said as she reached across the small round table and gently stroked the back of David’s right hand. “A Hundred pounds,” said David, too timidly for a man of his massive girth. “One hundred pounds,” she repeated back to him, questioningly. “Are you serious, won’t that be too much, I mean aren’t you afraid you might blow away in a good gust of wind”, she said as she squeezed his hand and let out a cute giggle. “There won’t be enough of you left for a girl to snuggle up to,” she said tauntingly. “I’m flattered, but don’t tease me,” he tells her as he in turn caresses her hand with his own. “Who’s teasing you?” she said convincingly enough for Davidiam. “I love myself a big man, makes me feel secure when I’m in his arms,” she said, allowing him to continue to stroke her hand as she continued stroking his ego. “Then let me ask you this, “said David with extreme sincerity; “Let’s say I do this program and I lost half of my goal weight, would you date me, I mean exclusively?” She quickly pulled her hand away from his, but only to now grab his bristled chin before looking him in the eyes. “I’ll do you one better than that” she said. “If you lose the entire one hundred, I’ll marry you.” (To Be Continued) MAKES SCENTS TO ME Cheri hadn’t realized until she had gotten to work that morning that do to a teleconference this morning, she would only have to work a half day that day. She’d actually thought about calling her boyfriend and sharing the good news, in hopes that maybe the two of them could arrange to do something together; anything at all in fact. You see, for the last few months Cheri had felt as though their relationship was going downhill. To no fault of her own of course; she always made it a point to prepare him his favorite meals, pick up his favorite beverage from the ABC store whenever she saw he was running low, even offer him BJs during commercials while he watched sports all weekend. But nothing seemed to halt the decline of their relationship or that sinking feeling in the pit of her gut. It had taken her less than a second to decide against letting him know that she would be coming home early. It had also taken her less than her usual hour to commute back to her apartment, where she had left him snuggled cozily under the blankets when she had left for work at 8AM. As she fumbled briefly for her front door key, amongst the many on her key ring, Cheri couldn’t help but push to the back of her mind what she called the scent of sex. The subtle whiff of sex had just corrupted the cilia in her nasal passage, causing her to recall the night before, when the two of them had enjoyed mad, passionate sex all over the kitchen and into the living room. The next thought that had come to mind was, “Did this mean that any neighbor that had happened to pass her door last night, might have smelt them having sex as well?” Cheri giggled quietly at the thought before once again sniffing the air in the hallway and coming to the conclusion that what she had probably smelt was only memories of last night. She quietly slid her key into the lock, standing on her tippy toes, as her key turned the tumbler. She’d often done this; no idea why. It was as if standing on her tippy toes might make the whole transaction noise proof. As she pushed the door slowly open, the mixture of the cool air conditioned air in her apartment suddenly mixed with the warm almost stagnant air of the hallway, causing almost a vortex of sex to once again flood her nasal passages. “My God,” she had thought at first; “could the aroma of sex still be that odiferous, even after twelve hours?” It was then that Cheri had heard very telltale noises coming from the master bedroom suite. Cheri had heard these noises coming from that room many times, but never without being in there, and never without being the source of the noise. What Cheri saw when she finally flanked the door of to the master bedroom first satisfied her, as she realized that he was alone in front of the computer and the sex noises that she was hearing could be explained by the scenes now being played out on the monitor. The scene next mystified her, as she drew closer to him from behind and saw no movement at all. She figured if he had been jerking off he had apparently cum and had now passed out. What she saw next mortified her; her keys and heart dropped. Sprawled naked in the office chair, hard dick in hand, was her boyfriend, stone cold dead. Beside him on the desk top sat the preion pill bottle that she had seen so often over the past few days. Her man had gotten a preion filled just a few days ago; a of 40 little blue football shaped sex pills. The bottle was now laying on its side, totally empty, its lid on the floor at his feet. Cheri wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, she wanted to pick up the phone and call 911, but she could see that he was already beyond gone; the leather belt tied tightly around his neck and the way that his eyes were now literally bulging out of their sockets had pretty much reassured her of that. The best fuck she’d ever had was now sitting dead in her bedroom, apparently a victim of over indulgence. Cheri was by no means frigid, in fact she would have taken the entire day off and stayed home and fucked him, had he asked, but alas. Now here he sat, wearing absolutely nothing, but a pair of cotton socks, and the biggest fuckin hard on Cheri had ever seen in her life. She’d had the phone in her hand to call 911, but had dropped it at the first sight of this massive delight, causing the phone battery to dislodge and go sliding under the desk. Wasting not another minute, Cheri grasped the back of the high back secretarial chair and pulled it back from the desk. The chair’s sturdy wheels moved with ease across the hardwood floor and Cheri was suddenly glad she had not opted for carpeting. She pushed the chair daintily over to the foot of her California king sized bed, where she then jerked it forward; causing him to fall awkwardly forward onto both is face and his dick on the foot of the bed. Cheri then gently rolled him over on his back, fearing he might break his blood engorged appendage. He lay there naked and un-moving as she quickly got totally undressed and climbed onto the bed next to him. He had apparently been using Vaseline, because the palm of his right hand was still coated with it. Cheri put her tiny hands in his, just long enough to coat her own fingers in petroleum jelly before quickly coating his mushroom shaped dick head in the substance. Then, using the post on the foot board, Cheri positioned herself on the bed above him and then slowly lowered herself onto the now dead dick. It had taken her no time at all to find her rhythm and before too long, she was bouncing up and down on the dead dick like a kid on a carnival ride. The sounds of sex once again filled the room as Cheri rode the dick for all it was worth for the very last time. After she had totally soaked his nut sack with her own creamy cum, Cheri slowly dislodged the dead rod from her swollen but satisfied snatch, staggered into the bathroom and took a long hot shower. Once her shower was complete, Cheri got dressed again before taking a warm soapy rag and thoroughly washing all traces of their sex from his balls. Only after all of this was done did she reach under the desk for her phone and its battery, reconnected the two and began to dial. The cell phone only rang once before the voice on the other end said, “Nine One One, do you have an emergency to report?” Cheri’s following performance was nothing less than academy award worthy. (Hevy Sobbing) I just came home to find my boyfriend dead on our bed, can you please send someone, seems he was watching porn on our home computer and decided to try Autoerotic Asphyxiation. I just came in and found him, he’s dead and he’s blue and oh god he’s . . . Stiff. S he was thought to be an angel, by everyone that she knew H owever our old friend Satan has his own slew of angels too E very one that saw her thought her to be like a beam of light S o no one really knew that Angel that came out late at night N o one saw a submissive who gave herself to men with thirst O f course that couldn’t be Angel; they’d accuse a stranger 1st A ngel was an angel from the deepest, darkest depts. Of hell N ightly she was on the prowl and prowling she did very well G od would not have approved of the things she did at night L ord knows she was evil and that something just wasn’t right E ven though she promised an evening of pleasure and delight _____________________________ Poetry Master 10102014 Sanctuary of Angels Angel had worked two full time jobs for years to maintain both her lifestyle and single status. Her neighbors had barely seen her at all since her eldest child had moved out; leaving only her in the small Cape Cod that she had come to refer to as her sanctuary. It was a modest place, but it was hers, and once she had pulled her sub compact into her private drive way and locked its doors, no one really knew what went on behind the shades and curtains of Angel’s sanctuary. From Monday through Friday, Angel worked an unassuming position in an unassuming office building. Tuesday through Saturday nights she worked at a family arcade where she had to deal with the small towns, locals at their alcoholic best. Being the angel that everyone knew her to be, she took the drunken come-ons and frequent gropes to be innocent and all in fun. Each night after work, Angel would seal herself up in the Cape Cod and no sign of life would be detected from her property again before 8AM, when she once again exited her private place to blend in with the hundreds of other un-noticeables that traversed the Capital Belt way each week day to etch out a meager living. It was well documented that the city wasn’t safe at night, therefore when she came home she made it a point not to have to open her doors again for any reason. In the last year alone, eight men had taken missing within a one hundred mile radius of where she resided and that in no way helped her to feel safe outside of the walls of her own home. She’d had her X-husband seal up the basement windows years before they’re divorce. She’d told him that she’d feel more comfortable, thus be more vocal during their love making sessions. He had gladly complied. After about three months of procrastinating and about as many cases of beer, the basement windows were finally sealed to the outside as well as sound proofed on the inside. She and husband had tested his handy work just to be sure, by placing a boom box on the floor near the window, turning it up as loud as it could go, then going upstairs and out into the back yard to check the sound level. He was ecstatic that even on his knees with his ear to the blackened window; there was not a sound to be heard. Even though her divorce was now final and her X was but a memory, the time spent in her Sanctuary in total Solace was time that she wouldn’t trade for the world. It was here and only here that she felt totally free to be who she truly was. Once she’d reached the inner sanctum, Angel triple bolted her outside door and immediately discarded what she called her Civilian Suit. Only now would she descend the stairs into the sound proof basement, her bioluminescent skin now fluorescing in darkness. There were no lights in the basement. The last bulb had burned out after her X went missing and she’d just never gotten around to replacing it. As she finally reached the cold floor of the constantly black room, which now luminesced from the iridescent glow of her, she couldn’t help but stare lovingly into the corner, where her X husband now hung in suspended animation, or at least what was left of him. Parts had been removed to keep the others “appropriately” nourished, and had been replaced with plastic tubing, secured with Duct Tape; She used that shit for everything. The High Life Life had been pretty good for Sharon since she’d moved from the over crowded streets of Trenton to the quiet suburbia of Hamilton Heights. Everything had just seemed to fall into place after the move; a great job, cubicle near the window, and a cute new two seated sports coop. The only thing that hadn’t fallen into Sharon’s lap since she had moved she thought was a good, honest, hardworking, semi intelligent and appreciative man that would never lay a hand on her. Hell, at this point she’d even settle for just honest and hard. It had been so long since Sharon had actually spent any private time with a man that if she’d calculated correctly, her now long silver head of hair had been almost jet black. On this day after a particularly grueling day at the office, Sharon did what she had often done back home in Trenton whenever here work day had been particularly bad; she would go to the cemetery. A slow stroll through the cemetery would always reassure her that, no matter how bad life was above ground, she was still breathing and still above ground. Looking at the many tomb stones of people who had gone before her always seemed to put things back into some resemblance of archaic calm. Her drives along Greenwood Avenue had been the reason she’d come across the sign for her new residence in the first place. The Greenwood Cemetery covered the ground from Greenwood southeast to Hamilton Avenue and Sharon would often end up there until quite a bit after dusk. Sharon always felt a hell of a lot better coming out of the grave yard than she had when going in. She usually felt so much better in fact that often she would stop on her way home at the Dollar Store on Hamilton, just east of Olden and pay it forward by picking up the tab for whom ever is in line behind her. On this particular evening there was no one in line behind her so Sharon had made a quick yet unconscious decision to give her change to a wheel chair bound man sitting alone outside at the corner of the store. The full quadriplegic nodded his head in a gesture of thanks, blew into a tube near his mouth, causing the motorized wheel chair to spin with emotion as his gesture of saying thank you. She smiled thoughtfully at him before once again making her way back across the parking lot to her vehicle. Later that evening as she sat at her dinner table, in anticipation of yet another dinner alone at home, Sharon bowed her head and said grace, just as she always had. “Dear Lord, thank you for this food, may it be nourishing to my body. She finished out her prayer by adding, “and Lord if you see fit, could you please send me a good man to share my lonely nights before the winter sets in, it’s starting to get cold and I really could do with a little human warmth this winter, a big strong dick would sure make this winter seem a lot warmer as well,” she said as she ended her prayer with an Amen. It was at that exact moment that her front doorbell rang and Sharon pushed her way back from the table and made haste to the front door. She’s astonished to find, waiting on the other side of her front door, the paraplegic from the Dollar Store waiting patiently on her front step with the biggest smile she thought she had ever seen. “Hello again,” she said to the man with no limbs, “what on earth are you doing here,” she asked. “God sent me,” he said with a broad smile. “How on earth did you even ring the doorbell,” she asked curiously. Both looked into his lap and both their smiles broadened. Double D’s DD’s is a place that was known from miles around for fast women, fist fights, and fuck parties. It’s often the joke about town that no one really knew which one flowed more at DD’s, beer or blood. The locals knew the place very well; in fact, every Teamster or Union fearing person in the area was warned to avoid the place in fear of losing their job. Sherre was a local middle school teacher who spent most of her day light hours in a class room with a bunch of teenaged males who were, as they say, ‘Smelling their Musk”. She would often catch one of them staring at her size 48 D cups when he thought she wasn’t looking. If she could prove the infraction then of course she could punish both the youngster and herself by making him serve an hour of after school detention after every day for a week or so, but again that would only deduct from her own free time. Since Sherre was single, it seemed that outside of her job she had nothing but free time. But since all of her friends were either married, workaholics, or married workaholics, Sherre was destined to spend the vast majority of her time either alone in front of her new flat screen TV, or alone in front of her desk top computer. She had often been invited by her friends to join the chat groups, but either hating or fearing change, she had always said no. Sherre had been tempted before and it hadn’t turned out well at all; in fact the whole ordeal had basically and pretty much soured her stomach on the whole idea of Internet dating. She had just finished up another full week of High School Hellions, when her cell phone began to vibrate so intensely that it had actually made her nipple hard before she could retrieve it from its place in what she commonly referred to as “the city”. It was her girlfriend Angie. Angie was one of the few local friends here that she ever occasionally did anything with. Unfortunately, like most of her other friends, Angie was married, with not just kids but grandkids as well. The first thing she’d figured when she’d seen that there was a text message from Angie was to assume. She automatically assumed that she was about to be invited to either a hay ride to the pumpkin patch or a romp through the corn maze this weekend with her and a shit load of her kids and grandkids. She almost didn’t read the text, but figured what the hell, if I’m going to be bored, I might as well be bored with a friend. To Sherre’s surprise, the text is in no way more of the same old same old. It seemed Angie was tired of sitting home playing Grandma all weekend as well and wanted her to call her a.s.a.p.. Angie had been married for many years and now that her kids were grown, didn’t like the idea of playing hand servant to a grown assed man that couldn’t keep it up past three minutes if she sucked it until it was rock hard and then coated it with quick dry shellac. Seemed Angie had other things on her mind all together for the coming weekend as she had so intentionally typed it in her text message to Sherre. It seemed Angie had met someone online that she was interested in and was on pins and needles to go meet this guy tonight at Double D’s, but she knew that her husband would never allow her anywhere near that place, even with Sherre. So she had told him that Sherre had asked her to go with her to some kind of a teacher’s conference, a Saturday In-service, she’d called it, and her husband had gladly agreed to allow her to go, as long as she had intended to fuck him and fix his dinner before she left the house. Of course Angie had quickly agreed to his terms. All she had to do now was get Sherre to go along with it and come pick her up. Angie sat anxiously waiting for a return text that it seemed would never come. She had actually picked up her cell phone to text Sherre again when it went off in her hand. The vibration had scared her bad enough to where she had dropped the phone into her lap. The fear wasn’t the only thing that shot through her and the burst of adrenalin was not the only thing she burst as she nutted right then and there in her jeans, even before she had read that Sherre had agreed to go along with her little scam. Angie knew instantly from the soaked feeling now flooding her skimpy, not quite granny pantie, that she was going to have to change fast or her husband would not only suspect something, (he could always catch her in a lie if he stared her in the face for too long) but see something as well when her wetness shown through the seat of her very favorite denims. Unfortunately and as always her husband was in the bathroom taking another one of his literally earth shattering dumps. Knowing that could take until dinner was almost done, Angie slipped quickly into their bedroom and changed while he was still in the bathroom. She’s now left with the dilemma of what to do with the thoroughly soaked panties. Her plan was to take a plastic grocery bag from the bag caddie in the kitchen to put them in but she heard the toilet flush and knew that he wasn’t one to wash his hands, so she knew that she had only a matter of seconds until the bathroom door would be flying open. Angie shoved the soaked pantie under her left boob just as he walks out of the bathroom. “What time are you leaving,” he said matter of factly, “And what time you think you might be coming back?” “Don’t worry, she won’t be here until after I’m done fixing your dinner,” Angie said. She dropped two packs of ramen noodles into a pot, filled it with water from the sink. She then removed a pan of marinated chicken wings from a couple of nights before and threw them into the pot with the noodles before turning the eye of the stove on high. Angie held her breath and charged into the bathroom with a can of air freshener and didn’t stop spraying until the can had run completely out. She then quickly checked her face in the mirror and then walked back to the kitchen. As soon as the water came to a boil, she stirred the mixture with the same fork she had intended to feed him with before using the fork as a strainer to strain off the excess water before transferring the mixture into a bowl. “Something sure smells good,” he said, now walking into the kitchen behind her. The only time he even got partially amorous she thought to herself, was when he thought he could get some food out of the deal. Angie turned quickly, shoving the bowl into his chest. “Chicken noodle soup for the soul Carlton,” she said, shoving the fork at him with the other hand. He leaned over her left shoulder, sniffing animalistically before replying, “Might look like chicken noodle soup, but it sure as hell smells like pussy.” (To Be Continued) HOW STELLA GOT HER GROOVE ON Not much ever happened in the small town nestled between the mountains and the river, where Stella had lived with her family for about 14 years. Needless to say, after 14 years of marriage, things had grown pretty stagnant with her and her husband over the past few, and Stella was not only bored, but she had long past horny many months and many moons ago. Stella and her husband never seemed to do anything together any more, unless you counted the 3 minutes a night two nights a week where he rolled over on top of her, got his nut, then rolled off again, giving her just enough attention to get her wet and horny before he was done. He would then roll off of her, wipe his dick off on his discarded undies lying next to their bed and fall fast asleep, leaving Stella frustrated until she rubbed one or two out while he snored. This particular Saturday morning was the grand opening of the new Valley Shopping Center, not far from their house. Stella had gotten the flyer thrown in the front driveway little over a week ago and was now anxious to satisfy herself with a few good deals for dinner tonight. Stella had walked aimlessly down one isle and up another, picking up a box here, a bottle or can there, until she’d wondered into the International Food’s Isle where she and her shopping cart had all but upended a handsome chocolate gentleman, standing over 6’ tall , dwarfing her 5’5” frame. “Decisions decisions,” the man said in a sexy Barry Whyte baritone, without even so much as a glance in her direction. “Excuse me?” Stella said questioningly. “Oh don’t mind me,” the man said, I didn’t even know you were there; I was talking to myself, I do that a lot, being that I do spend a lot of time at home. I was trying to decide on what kind of rice to get for dinner. Back in the day you had two choices, plain white rice or yellow rice, now I’ve been standing here for nearly ten minutes trying to decide between, white, yellow, brown, par boiled, basmati , wild, jasmine or just plain long grain” the man said holding up a box of rice in one hand and a bag in the other. “Uncle Bens has always worked just fine for me”, Stella said. “If you really want to make your meal special, Rice-A-Roni has about ten or twelve flavors as well including rice pilaf.” He looked at her now with a look that he thought would say , Gee thanks a lot lady now I’m even more confused, but what she saw in his eyes was, Hey lady, I caught you staring at my crotch and now I’m even more aroused. At that thought Stella’s eyes did go directly to the front of the man’s jeans. Even though his jeans had been loose fitting, Stella could still see what had looked to her like a roll of Pillsbury’s Grand’s biscuits that seemed to reach down to almost his mid-thigh. “What kind of meat you serving up with it,” Stella asked him, the words slipping out much more provocatively than she had intended them to. “What might you suggest,” he asked in earnest. I’m not sure why, but a nice sized pork roll comes to mind right about now,” she said with an almost salaciously grin. “I was thinking more along the line of steak and seafood,” he said. “A nice thick juicy T-bone with jumbo shrimp and seared sea scallops.” “So you’re a cock?” “I mean a cook,” Stella said, scrambling to straighten up her words. “I’m actually a vocalist but I dabble quite a bit in this and that,” he responded. “I know something he could be dabbling in right about now, Stella thought to herself as she once again caught herself gazing intently at his crotch area. “She’s some lucky lady,” Stella said assumingly. “If I told you I was single, could she possibly be you?” he asked, his voice even deeper now than before, seeming to reverberate up through her feet from the floor, up both legs, before finally the reverb from both legs double teamed her already moist pussy area. “I’m sorry, I’m married,” Shelly told him, at that moment being truly sorry that she was. “But I’m truly flattered. You are one big handsome hunk of teddy bear; and a teddy bear that can cook too, whatever might a single girl do with a find like you?” “Are you happily married?” he then asked, putting an emphasis on happily and catching her completely off guard. Her mouth flew open instantly but no words came. “It wasn’t that hard of a question, a simple yes or no in fact,” he added. Stella still stood in the middle of the isle like a deer caught in the headlights, but holding a shopping cart. “Hard,” was the only word that had escaped her lips. At this point he was beginning to wonder if she might be prone to seizures or something, but as quickly as she’d popped out, she seemed to have now popped back in again. “I’m sorry, your question just kind of caught me off guard, I’m sorry.” “So are you or are you not happily married?” he asked again in that same deep, sexy undertone. “So what kind of songs do you sing?” she asked, quickly trying to change the subject to something more beffitting the isles of the local grocery store. “I sing love ballads,” he answered almost too quickly. “The fact that you’ve now totally avoided answering my question twice now has actually given me my answer. “I never said either way,” Stella said, now turning a little red, either from embarrassment or from blushing, even she had no idea which. “The fact that you couldn’t say that you’re happily married, tells me that you’re probably not,” he said nonchalantly. “I’ve been married for years, after a while the glitter gets rubbed off in the wash, the gleam in the cheeks, the sparkle in the eyes, the kiss on the lips, even the pinches on the butt, all of that shit gets washed off in the rinse cycle after you’ve been married as long as I have. “Do you miss the pinches on the butt,” he asked, causing her to catch her breath yet again. “Yeah, I do actually, but I’m still a happily married woman if any one were to ask.” “Then if I were to ask you to meet me over in the back hallway by the bathrooms, say in six minutes, would you cum?” he asked, accenting the word cum so that she was assured of his intentions. “Are you asking me to cheat on my husband?” she asked, trying to seem taken aback and finding even that hard to do. “No I’m asking you to meet me at the water fountain in six minutes, I’ve got to pick up a couple of things on this end and my mouth is dry, so I need a drink, water works for me when nothing else is available for me to use to lube my lips he said as he started to move past her down the aisle. As he past her he reached back, and pinched her gently on her firm bottom, before starting down the aisle. Without even looking back he said, “I’ll see you in six minutes,” and disappeared around the corner of the aisle, leaving Stella standing stunned in the International Foods aisle. (To Be Continued) Ali had been in a bad relationship for years, a relationship of all give and no take, where she was always giving all that she had and always taking crap for it. She gave her husband most of her youthful years, he gave her all of his reasons for cheating and expected her to get over it. She gave him three beautiful kids; he gave her hell for being fat and undesirable. He had been kind and sweet to her all while they had dated, but as soon as she’d said I do, it was as if a light switch had been turned off and Ali was plunged into sheer and utter darkness. He mistreated her, never took her anywhere or allowed her time with friends or family. He was a miserable, moody bastard and she’d often dreaded the day that she had been introduced to him by a girlfriend while in nursing school. The physical abuse didn’t start until after their first child was born, but the cheating had been going on all along without Ali’s knowledge. Ali convinced herself that once their divorce was final that she would never again depend on a man to take care of her and her three kids. As a nurse she would prove more than capable of providing for both herself and her three children and she lived by those words until all of her kids were old enough to fend for themselves. Then and only then did Ali decide that maybe it was finally time for her to find that special someone. Her job didn’t afford her much opportunity to meet men, neither did Church on Sundays, and Saturdays she always tried to dedicate to spending time with her girls. They needed their mom and Ali needed them too. At times she would lie in bed at night and masturbate until she’d fall asleep. This was so much easier than allowing herself to be touched by someone that did not love her or who might disrespect her or her girls. That’s why Ali had turned to Internet dating in the first place; it was safe, she could keep her distance and still get her sexual and emotional fix from the privacy of her own bedroom. As long as she didn’t let anyone into her home, no one would or could get into her heart. Ali had truly believed this to be true, until the day when she had gotten an instant message that had only consisted of a hand held bouquet of flowers. The text had seemed innocent enough, so Ali responded by typing Hi into the message’s text box. “You’re beautiful,” the text message continued. “Thank you,” Ali replied, “That’s very nice of you to say, but you don’t know me,” she typed. “I know what I like, and I like what I saw,” the man on the other end of the text message typed back. This had been all it took to intrigue her enough to want more. The niceties were quickly followed up by a friend request, within a few days the friend request had become long chats, far into the wee hours of the nights, within a month’s time the two had exchanged many private moments; Ali had also shared her cellphone number and the conversations would stretch deep into the nights and then resume again even before day break the next morning. The two of them had quickly become like the other halves of each other. Ali could hardly believe how quickly she had fallen, sight unseen for this man on the internet that made her feel beautiful inside and out. She hadn’t quite known what to expect when he’d invited her out for a night on the town, but she’d gladly accepted, because Ali hadn’t been out on a real date since her X; and as she ran hurriedly to answer the door bell like an overly excited school girl, that’s exactly who she found waiting for her on the other side of the door. Weight and See Continued David spent the next eight months, walking every waking minute of the day, six days a week. The seventh day he devoted to Isis. On Sundays he invited her out on the town, where she showed him how to order and eat properly at restaurants, and he showed her how a woman should be treated. He opened doors for her, she opened windows for him. David pulled out chairs for her; she pulled off a miracle for him. As David’s weight dropped his self-esteem soared. He eventually got enough nerve to invite Isis out dancing. David had never danced in his life, except in the total privacy of his own domain as of late, whenever he thought of the possibilities that his life might hold with a woman like Isis on his arms forever. He had forgone Ball Room for a nice little R&B spot he knew of down around the way. Taking her there would serve several purposes David had thought; one, it would get her used to his neighborhood, two he would give him an opportunity to show off the woman that was going to be his wife, and three if he was going to make a fool of himself on the dance floor at least he was going to do it amongst friends. David had expected a few smirks when he came in with his bride to be on his arms, but he was in no way prepared for the cat calls and guffaws that had followed the two of them around the dance floor and around the club that night. He had expected that there would be haters, but hadn't realized just how volatile and vile the hatred could become. Being that he had never actually been on a date or on a dance floor, David over looked it and made it a point to be sure that his beautiful date had a wonderful time as well. Finally it came the hour where he and his date were ready to leave the club. David pulled out Isis’s chair for her, offered his coat for her bare shoulders and his arms for her hand before the two of them excited the club. In lieu of taking his date straight home, David had planned a little something extra, to make this occasion even more special than it already was. Instead of driving the short distance back to his place and her car, David drove to the outskirt of town, where he had paid a street performer $1000 of his own hard earned money, to set up a romantic seating for the two of them along the city’s water front park area. His paid mime had provided a small covered table, a bottle of sparkling champagne; two wine glasses and a battery operated CD player with a cassette containing David’s favorite love song by Luther Vandross. David once again pulled out her chair and waited for her to sit before dropping to one knee in front of her, where he reached under the table, pressed the play switch on the player and began singing, Don’t you remember you told me you loved me baby, from Luther’s Super Star album. While on his knees, David reached into his coat pocket, the one still draped across her back to protect her spaghetti strapped shoulders from the night air and pulled out a ring. Isis could not believe her eyes when she saw what must have been at least a half karat pear shaped diamond ring in a 14K yellow gold setting glistening from the red velvet box that David was now holding in his large, masculine yet perfectly manicured hands. Isis looked awestruck. “All my life I've waited to find a woman like you; a woman who not only made me feel good, but who made me feel again. Isis, you have come into my life and changed not only it but me as well, that’s why I’m kneeling here before you tonight asking you if you David be my wife and allow me to spend the rest of my life loving you just as I do tonight.” Isis looked totally bewildered. David expected her to be in a bit of shock, but her reaction was far from what he had expected. “Oh David, I’m flattered, honored even that you think that you feel this way about me; I mean you've worked so hard on the improvement program and all and on your self-improvement. I can honestly say, even I hadn't expected you to do this well. I mean look at you, you’re a beautiful man now, handsome, even a gorgeous hunk if you’d prefer. You put your heart and soul into completing the program; you did this not just for me David but for your own health and happiness as well. Any woman in the world would be blessed to have a gentleman like you on her arms to grow old with. But I was born a man David, my real name is Isaac, not Isis. David shot off of his knees with an energetic burst that would have been impossible for him just a few months earlier and before another word could be said, had Isis, or Isaac by the next with both hands, about to choke the life out of him and throw him into the river, but had loosened his tight grip around his once companion’s neck just long enough to hear these words. “I know I've disappointed you, but I did it for you. Now you can have any woman that you want, but if you kill me you’re going to spend the rest of your life in prison, sharing that beautiful new body of yours with other convicts. So you've got to choose David, you kill me and die someone’s prison bitch, or accept the fact that I lied to help you to become the man you've always wanted to be.” David had been almost beyond the point of no return when she uttered these words in an almost whisper from her position on her back, on the ground beneath his grip. This being said, David released his grip on what he now knew to be the man’s neck and turned to walk away. “You may not see it David, but I see it in you. You’re a new man now. You’re not the same jolly fat man that I met at the Mall’s food court all those months ago. You've become a very handsome, rugged and desirable man now. “I've wished that I could be what you wanted David, but I knew all along that I wasn't and could never be; you see David, all you ever wanted to be was thinner so I helped you lose weight, all I ever wanted to be was a woman that a man could love, for these few short months, you've helped me to feel that as well, so for that I love you. I’m not sure what’s going to happen now that we've both succeeded David but if you’re Daviding to as well, I’m Daviding to . . . wait and see.” DOUBLE D’S (Continued) By the time Sherre pulled into Angie’s driveway, Angie was already standing outside, and already on her third cigarette. “What took you so long,” she asked excitedly as she tosses a small overnight case in the back of the small silver sedan. “Listen Bitch,” Sherre said as Angie climbed into the front seat, slamming the door a bit too hard for Sherre’s liking behind her; “You asked me to do something that you know is out of character to appease your ass, so be glad I came at all and shut the fuck up.” “Bitch please, you know your ass is as excited as I am,” Angie said as she pulled down the front visor and put lipstick on her thin bottom lip only, before rolling her even thinner top lip over it to complete the task. “I still don’t even believe you’ve got me doing this,” Sherre said as she backed the car onto the main road. “What if I run into someone I know, then what?” questioned Sherre. “Then you’ll know that they’re ass is kinky too,” shot back Angie in an overly boisterous laugh. It was only a matter of miles from Angie’s place to the small club that sat just off of the road along the river’s edge. The both of them had traversed this winding road many times. It was one of only two ways to access the small village that Angie had called home since she had transplanted there from Northern Pennsylvania. “So who is this guy and how in the hell did you manage to hook up with him,” Sherre asked as she maneuvered the car off of the mountain road and into the barely lit parking lot. “Well I haven’t actually met him yet, that’s happening tonight, but I met him in an online chat room. We have only chatted a few times, and skyped a few times, and phone boned a few times, nothing too serious yet though,” Angie finished. “Bitch please, you know damned well if yawl done skyped you might as well say you done fucked, shit you both done seen it all and done it all, what the fuck is left? Hell, all you ain’t done is smelt each other,” Sherre chimed in as she pulled the car into a parking space only a few yards from the entrance. “Ok here’s the deal,” Angie said, taking in a deep breath before she continued. “I told him my name was Sherre and that I was coming with my girlfriend Angie, whom you are for tonight” Angie said in a quick burst. “What the hell did you go and do a dumb assed thing like that for?” Sherre shot back. “Because I’m a married woman and who knows what kind of geek lunatic he could end up being, hell I met him online. A girl could never be too pretty or too cautious, know what I’m saying? Just play along dammit; hell it’s only for tonight, alright?” Sherre looked at her friend, first with a look of bewilderment, and then her face softened just a little bit. “Girl you better be glad I love you and that you’re my best friend, but after tonight, you owe me big time Bitch.” “You got it, Sherre,” Sherre said to Sherre. “OK Angie, Angie said to Angie. They both laughed and piled out of the car and made their way toward the front of the club. A middle aged gentleman in a black T-Shirt and armed with a flashlight opened the door for them. “Welcome to Double D’s.” The darkness inside took a few minutes to adjust to, but once the door closed behind them, they both felt an instant chill wash over them. Now standing in the darkness, the two of them got the sensation that the air was blowing upward at a dizzying rate of speed. It then stopped as suddenly as it had started and right before both of their eyes a door opened, just inside the door was a massive goings on. The two women held each other as they stepped forward into considerable gathering of bodies. Some whirled, some twirled, and others actually swung from the chandelier. “So what do you think? is this place prime or what?” Angie asked Sherre. Sherre was still awe struck by all that was happening around her. Bodies were gyrating, undulating, entwining and pulsing to music that neither of them had ever heard before. The smell reminded Sherre of her grandparent’s barn. It was a massively large space, with lots of rusty hinges, that squeaked constantly in one part of the barn or the other at all times. The rust from the many nails and hinges would soak deep into the boards whenever it rained, but once the sun had come out and the wood began to steam under its strong summer rays, the smell of rust would permeate the entire farm. “How on earth do you expect we are ever going to find that guy in this place?” Sherre asked Angie as the two of them continued to scan the near proximity as best they could. Right at that moment the entire crowed seemed to wave, a motion that had literally swept the two of them toward center stage. There, the two of them were literally body surfed onto the stage by rowdy revelers. Only after they had both been lowered back onto their feet on center stage did Angie finally see him, the guy she had met online, the guy with the animal magnetism; the guy who’d make her squirt, not just for the first time, but continuously, without even touching herself. The first time it had happened, Angie had felt ashamed, for having given up the one thing she usually was able to hold on to, no matter how much alcohol she might have consumed; control. Now for the first time he stood before her. His hands reaching out to her, his eyes now piercing her own, she could feel the heat of him as he came nearer to her. “Angie, my Angie; at last we meet.” His voice seemed to cause her to all but melt into his embrace. The true Angel stood in awe of the way he had taken her in to him, holding her like nothing else in the world mattered. He ran his long thin fingers through Angie’s short blond hair. “What is your friend’s name,” he whispered into Angie’s ear, the heat from his breath caused the hair to recoil on Angie’s neck. “That’s my best friend forever Angie, Angie lied to him without breaking character. “We do everything together,” she continued. “Is that so he said, turning away from Angie and reaching for Sherre’s hand as well with his free hand. “Yes that’s true,” Sherre said, still not sure why her friend had lied about her name; it only managed to confuse things even more. Two drinks and Sherre was pretty sure she would screw this up some kind of way. “It doesn’t really matter”, he continued as he now pulled both of them into his bosom. “I intend to eat you both,” he said, in the most sexually seductive voice Sherre thought that she had ever heard. She could see exactly why Angie had fallen for this guy. What’s that thought,” he asked Angie, without ever breaking his stare into Sherre’s eyes. “I just think you’re hot,” Angie said, “and you’re making me hot as well.” “I can make you both hotter than either of you ever imagined possible,” he said with a smirk that was as scary as it was inviting. “But of course, not without both of your permission,” he said to the both of them. The stared at each other only briefly before both nodded their heads in agreement; “Yes,” said Angie; “Yes said Sherre, and the smell of rust filled both their nostrils as the dance floor spiraled open and the whole lot of them descended into hell. A Cabin by the Lake Levar and Jennifer had just spent the whole day at Lake Mcconaughy in Ogallala Nebraska. Neither of them knew the first thing about Walleye fishing, but a little bit of luck had bagged them their limit twice that afternoon. A celebration dinner was surely in order before taking that 214 mile ride back home. Along with a dinner that had consisted of a very expensive, as well as expansive seafood buffet, the two of them had also put back quite a few cold ones. Levar, being still the more sober of the two, had sat quietly calculating not only the long drive back, but the fact that he’d be driving 165 miles southwest on I-76 after he’d driven I-80 west. Jen seemed to be feeling no pain, in fact the only thing Jen did seem to be feeling was frisky. Levar realized as she ran her bare foot up his pants leg beneath the red and white checkered table cloth. “So what do you think Levar, one more for the road?” Jen asked. “Only if you’re talking about buying one more bag of ice to keep those fish cool in the cooler, I totally agree. It was at that time that an old friend of Jens recognized her from across the room and made his way over to their table. It was Gary, the guy that had recommended that Jen bring her friend to fish the lake in the first place. “Was the fishing on the lake as good as the fish was here?” Gary asked as he approached. “Hi, I’m Gary. You must be Levar, Jen spoke very highly of you,” he said as he extended his hand in greeting. “That’s probably just because I’m taller than she is,” Levar countered quickly. The three of them laughed comfortably together before Gary pointed out the fact that we both looked as if we’d had more than enough lavations. “You two are not planning on driving that long drive back tonight is you?” Gary asked. “Actually we were” said Jen, “We were just about to pay our tab, get some more ice for the cooler and hit the highway. “You sure that’s a good idea, I mean you guys have had a busy day and a bit to drink. I’m sure you’re both tired, that could be dangerous on that long stretch of highway,” Gary warned. “We’ll be fine,” Jen said. I can think of a few ways to keep Levar awake on our ride back home.” “I’ve got an even better idea,” Gary said. “The lodge hasn’t opened for the season as of yet, but I’d sure sleep a lot better if you guess took me up on my offer and slept there tonight. You can get a bright and early start in the morning and the sun David be at your back for the entire trip. The two of them looked at each other, both looking to the other for approval. “I won’t take no for an answer,” Gary said in closing, turning and headed toward the front of the restaurant. “Then I guess we’re just going to have to accept your offer,” Jen said as they too rose and made their way to the front of the restaurant. Once the tab and a generous tip were settled, Jen and Levar walk out into the now Nebraska night. Gary stood leaning against the front bumper of his big Ford fifth wheeler and knowing on a tooth pick. “If you two want to grab your cooler, throw it in the back and hop in we can all fit,” Gary said. “Your car David be fine parked here until the morning, and then I can . . . “I’m tired, not drunk,” Levar said. “I’ll follow you if that’s OK. The cottages, nestled along the edge of the massive lake were, for lack of a better word, intoxicatingly enchanting. But Jen was a little intoxicated and the two of them had been in a relationship long enough to where they didn’t feel that they had to jump each other’s bones every second that they got alone. In all honesty, they were both glad that Gary had offered them the cabin for the night. There was no fireplace, no romantic or even country western music; there wasn’t even a TV in the room. Jen was the first to notice that there was no toilet paper when she went to relieve herself. It was a good thing they had picked up the wet-wipes at the dollar store to wipe their hands while fishing. They both laughed at the idea, this place had such potential for a romantic evening they both thought. “Guess we should rest,” Levar said as he sat at the foot of the bed and began to undress. “Or maybe we can fool around, just a little bit,” Jen said, sitting next to him and stroking his inner thigh. ‘There’s no way to wash up afterwards,” Levar reminded her as he finished undressing and climbed into bed. “Come on, the mornings going to come early,” he said as he climbed beneath the covers. Jen knew that it didn’t make much sense to argue with him once he had made up his mind, so she got herself undressed and climbed into bed too. In no time at all Levar was fast asleep, but Jen had no intentions of letting this memory become less memorable. She lay there for a long while, snuggled up close to Levar, enjoying the scent of him and listening to his steady breathing. Jennifer was proud of her man and laying there taking it all in made her want badly to take him into her as well to show him just how very much she appreciated him. As Levar slept quietly yet unknowingly on his back, Jen slowly slid beneath the covers, where she proceeded to wrap first her fingers and then her lips around the head of his flaccid penis and gave it what she and her girlfriends had often called, “That good old College know how”. After the first two strokes of her lips over his dick head, the flaccidness began to tighten. After the second two strokes she had managed to get Levar almost fully erect. By the third two strokes she’d completely coated both his cock and his total midsection with vomitus seafood and now warm beer. “I’m sorry,” Jen cried, wiping her lips with the back of her hand just as he sat up, only to puke on him again, this time from his chest down. Levar scrambled from the bed, watching the chunks fall where they may in front of him and trying his level best not to step in it as well as cause more of it. Levar grabbed the top sheet and ran for the bathroom. His intentions had been to use the top sheet as a wash cloth in the shower, but as soon as he jumped into the shower he realized that there was no water. “Jen had flushed the toilet when she peed, I heard it flush, I know I did,” he told himself as he looked into the toilet and saw the tank again full of clean water. Without so much as another thought, Levar slammed the sheet into the toilet, soaking up every drop of the water in it. Using the wet sheet, he made a hurried attempt to expel the nauseous concoction from his skin. Being satisfied that he had managed to eradicate every chunky little bit from his skin, Levar exited the bathroom and found Jen sitting on the bed, nose to nipples covered in vomit. “I’m sorry,” she cried, her nose now running into the mixture. “I was only trying to please you,” she said. “What am I supposed to do now,” she cried as he gathered his clothing. “Walk home he said as he closed the cabin door behind him, making his way toward her car. Autumn Rains Autumn had been on her own since she turned sixteen. Having lied about her age in the tenth grade, she had procured a job a job at the huge international airport at the edge of the county. Unlike many of the other kids that she had grown up with and even though she hated going, Autumn had refused to quit school and had taken on the three to eleven shift, doing whatever homework she had to do on the city bus every afternoon at 2:15. Autumn would catch one bus downtown to the terminal, and then she would transfer to another bus that would get her to work only minutes before she was due to punch in for her eight hour shift. At night Autumn managed to get in a carpool with a bunch of her coworkers. Everyone in the carpool would pay five dollars a week to Genie Weenie, an old black flew footed gentleman with a huge Cadillac that they all referred to as, “The Boat.” Whenever there came a week night when Genie wasn’t working, Autumn would simply pay one of the car service drivers to give her a lift home. After she graduated high school Autumn took on more hours. She often pulled doubles overnight, frequently arriving just before 3 the day before. She would leave at 7am, only to return again that same day at 3pm. She had done this for five years, and in those five years she had gotten her own place right on the main strip where she could get off of the bus after work only a few feet from her front door. It was finally Friday and autumn waited all week for this day. Payday finally fell on a Friday before her off weekend. She hated getting paid every other week because it seemed to her that every time paydays rolled around, it rolled around on a week when she was scheduled to work. Now, Finally it was Friday night, she had just cashed her check, done bought all of her groceries and her bus passes for the next two weeks and paid her rent. After all of her bills had been paid, Autumn found herself with a whopping $292 and change left to do as she pleased. What pleased her most was the idea that she was finally going to be able to do something she wanted to do for years. Autumn wanted her own sex toy ever since she found her mother’s vibrator in a shoe box under her parent’s bed one summer afternoon; by accident. After almost diving out of the bus once the door opened, Autumn made haste to her efficiency, where she tossed her chicken leg quarters and cubed steaks into the freezer, her assortment of Rice-A-Roni and Noodle Ronis in the small cabinet above the small, before literally running to the front office to pay them $200 to keep her room until next pay day. Once this task had been completed, autumn walked the short distance up the avenue to the Pink Pussycat Boutique, a place that she passed by many times over the years but has never set foot into. Now that her ID clearly stated that she was of legal age, Autumn had no quorums about walking into such a seedy dive unescorted. A long time ago Autumn came across a picture in a magazine that she found in one of the stalls of one of the airport’s many ladies rooms. She didn’t have the nerve to even attempt to keep the entire magazine, although she badly wanted too, but she had thought to tear the picture out of the magazine and fold it nicely into her ID pouch, behind her ID. Now as Autumn made her way through the doors of the boxy pink stand along the building with its pink and purple fluorescent lights, she dug into her rear jeans pocket, retrieved the saved picture and headed toward the front counter. “May I help you?” a voice said from a display case near the front of the store. Autumn turned to see a pretty petite blond, standing on a step ladder in a display window, either dressing or undressing a mannequin. “Yes, I was wondering if you might have this available,” she said to the girl about her age as she shoved the picture in the girl’s direction. “Wow, I haven’t seen one of these in years,” the girl said with total sincerity. “How long have you had that picture tucked away?” Autumn had been glad to find a female close to her age working in the boutique, as opposed to some old hag, or even worse yet, some fat drooling perverted guy. “If you’re looking for that particular model, good luck searching on the net for it, but we stopped carrying it a few years back,” the girl said with a look that said, you’re kidding right? “Well do you have anything comparable?” Autumn asked, not quite ready to give up. After giving autumn the full once over, the girl asked autumn to follow her. The two of them walked over to a wall that faced the front door and stepped around it. What she saw on the other side of the wall had made autumn instantly weak in the knees. The wall was lined from floor to ceiling and from side to side with the smallest to the biggest and some of the most opulent phallic symbols Autumn had ever seen in her life. There were some that looked as if they might be diversely dangerous. There were others that seemed to be made for double penetration somehow, and others still that vibrated rotated and would wiggle to your heart’s content. “So many choices,” Autumn laughed, “Which one would you recommend?” she asked the young store clerk. “Well, I sell a lot of these,” the young girl said, handing Autumn a box with a large veiny think in it with ribs and veins and long enough to house four D batteries. Fearing this one might cause Autumn an unwanted and very embarrassing trip to the local ER. After asking if she might have anything a little less intrusive, the girl then took a much smaller box off of a lower shelf and handed it to her. “This one is called the Nutter Butter,” the girl said quite nonchalantly. I hear it’s earned its name by making women’s pussy juices flow like butter when they get a nut. Although a lot smaller than the gargantuan ram rods the girl had shown her before, this one looked like two little attached fingers with multiple attachments for your added stimulatory pleasure. “How much is this one,” Autumn asked. The girl flipped the box over, allowing her to see the small price tag on the bottom of the box. It was more than she had thought, but still a lot less than she had been Daviding to pay. “Are you a first time customer?” the clerk asked. “Yes I’ve passed your place many times but this is my first time actually coming in,” Autumn responded. “Well if I let you have your first purchase for half price, might it be an incentive for you to become a repeat customer, I’d love to keep you cumin, again and again.” Autumn couldn’t help but laugh at her play on words as she agreed to the sale. “If you’re interested I could even let you try it out before you leave; a little how to course to maximize your results so to speak.” The thought had embarrassed, surprised and excited Autumn all at once. “Really, well OK, I guess,” Autumn said with a bashful school girl grin. “Cool,” the clerk said, let me lock the front and I’ll be right with you. The girl proceeded back to the front of the store where she turned off the neon lights at the entrance and turned the open sign on the door so that it would now read closed from the outside. She then had Autumn follow her into a back room where there was literally a make shift playroom. “I need you to take your jeans off and have a seat on the examining table,” the girl said as if she’d done this a thousand times before. Autumn reluctantly did as she was instructed before climbing onto the exam table, now naked from the waist down. The girl put on a pair of latex gloves and then asked Autumn if she were allergic to latex or any other chemicals that she knew of. Once she had told her no, she was asked how long it had been since her last orgasm. “I don’t believe I’ve ever had one,” she said, embarrassed to have to share that information. “Well how often would you say that you masturbate?” the girl asked sincerely. The look on Autumn’s face let her know right away that Autumn had never even masturbated. After installing two small watch batteries into Autumn’s new acquisition, the girl drops a small amount of clear lubricant on the end of her gloved finger. As soon as her finger touched the lips of Autumn’s pussy, her lower body had instantly begun to spasm. “Now hold on,” the girl laughed comfortingly, “I haven’t even turned the damned thing on yet, the only thing I seem to have turned on thus far is you.” Autumn couldn’t deny her last statement; she simply lay back and tried to prepare herself for what she thought was about to come. What did come was nothing like she had imagined. No sooner than the girl had touched the small device to her already swollen pussy lips, Autumn had started to leak. As soon as she’d switched the device on, Autumn let out a squeal and a gush of cum that flooded both her new toy and the girl’s entire arm. She thought for sure that she’d die at that exact moment, but little did she know. Seeing her already in sexual agony, the apparently sadistic store clerk slid the toy up the short distance to her clit. Autumn bucked around atop the table like someone having a very bad seizure. The girl then presses the opposing end against Autumn’s still sealed hymen as she blew warm breath on her exposed inner thigh. The young clerk wasn’t sure what reaction she would get, but curiosity had spoiled and all but killed her forever yearning pussy long ago. Whatever she was expecting, what she got was a hard rain of Autumn’s pussy juice directly to the face. The girl thought for sure that she would drown if the storm of secretions didn’t abate soon, but she just couldn’t find it in herself to move out of the way. Only because she could no longer breathe, did the clerk finally dislodge the device. Only then did Autumn’s body’s flailing turn into light trimmers. “You live around here?” the clerk asked. “Right down the street,” she managed to get out between breaths. “You want a job, pays good, great hours, walk to work and the benefits, Oh man the benefits. David’s Goliath David had been married for so long that he’d forgotten what it felt like to kiss a woman on the lips. For him it would have been easier remembering the last time he had smacked one in the mouth instead of kissing one there. He had long wished that she would just drop dead, so he could collect on the half million dollar insurance policy. One night while sharing his sorrows with a bottle of bourbon in the basement, David came up with hat he figured might be by far, his best idea yet, ever. The next day when David left for work, he left a few minutes earlier than he usually did. He drove his F-150 along the I-4 River Road toward the outskirts of town as he had done many times before. Only this time David’s intentions were very different. David slammed his right foot onto the gas pedal so hard that his body is forced back about half a foot into the seat. The pickup shot forward angrily toward the bridge which took traffic across the St. John’s River. Had there been a vehicle behind David they might have thought him suicidal. Had a vehicle been approaching they more than likely would have thought he was driving under the influence. At the very last possible second, David slammed on the brakes as hard as he had slammed on the gas, cut the wheel calmly to the right. The truck slid to a stop in the gravel on the soft shoulder. David then reversed quietly back into the middle of the road before driving across the bridge as he had five days a week for years. Once again David strayed from the norm, by turning left on the other side of the bridge, on a dirt fisherman’s road that lead to a small boat ramp and dock. He followed the unpaved road upstream along the river until he arrived at a boat ramp. It was then that David had put his plan into action. He reached into the back of his truck and took out a bicycled and a back pack. After placing both the bike and the back pack on the side of the road, David got back into the truck revved the engine and drove his F-150 off of the boat ramp and into the river. A few minutes later, David swam up from the depts. to the water’s edge. He had left the windows up and the vehicle in drive intentionally, a little miscalculation that has almost cost him his life. As soon as rich came out of the water he jogged back to where he had left the bicycle and back pack. He then stripped naked right then and there, reached into the backpack, retrieved a large plastic bag filled with a pair of sneakers, two unassuming outfits, a ball cap and a rain coat. David quickly redressed in fresh clothing, placing the wet clothing into the plastic bag. He then topped off his outfit with the sneakers, ball cap and dark grey hooded raincoat. Having never worn sneakers in his life, even as a kid, David was pretty sure he could get back down the road on the bike without being recognized. David’s plan had gone off without a hitch. He paddled his bicycle to within five miles of his small town. He then took a small dirt road off the beaten path. A little over a mile off of the main road, deep in the woods, sat a little hunter’s cabin with solar panels on its shanty styled roof and a deep water well out back that supplied it with a continuous water source. David figured he might have to camp out as little as a week, or as long as a month. David brought the bicycle inside and prepared to put the next phase of his scheme into action. (To Be Continued) Marie’s Quiet Quandary Marie’s new neighbor had moved in in the dead of winter, so needless to say she had no idea what she looked like. In Canada, winter was not the time or the place to meet new people. During the cold Canadian winters, people were so thickly bundled up when they did come out of there dwellings, that everyone seemed to be suffering from a form of massive obesity. Neighbors often didn’t recognize each other until around Easter, meaning late March, early April. By the time Spring had sprung, Marie had pretty much forgotten about the new next door neighbor, until one night when Marie had decided that it was a nice enough night to sleep with her windows open. That night, long after she had gone to bed and quite a bit after she had dozed off, Marie had heard, a distressing noise coming from the window of the apartment next door. She lay in her own bed listening for a while, as sounds would ebb and flow, come and go. Eventually the sound got too soft for Marie to hear, causing her to rise up from the comfort of her own bed and stand near her open bedroom window in hopes of hearing a little better. Marie sat quietly on her windowsill, slowly stretching her head further and further out her own window, pressing her face so hard against the screen that she had caused it to pop out and land on the fire escape. The wire mesh screen falling onto the steel floor of the fire escape had made a very subtle noise, but it had made a noise just the same. It was not until Marie reached out onto the fire escape to retrieve the screen, did she see the burning cherry of a cigarette from the corner of her eye. Sitting on her own window seal, was the girl that she’d apparently heard earlier. She was totally naked except for a hand rolled cigarette hanging from her lips. “I would have gotten that for you, but it’s not safe or smart to be hanging around outside of other people’s bedroom window at night,” the woman said with a cough and then a grin. “Do you often sit naked in the window smoking a joint?” Marie asked her naked next door neighbor. “I’d sure as hell like to, but this is the first really nice night we’ve had since I moved in here,” the neighbor replied. “You want to try some of this?” the thin woman asked as the bright cherry of whatever it was she was smoking grew even brighter. “Thanks, but I don’t smoke,” Marie said. “I bet you could make me sizzle though,” her neighbor said, still sitting naked on the window’s ledge. She took another long pull from the exotic, hand rolled smoke, tossed it into the alley, then licked her fingers, either to clean them or to cool them off, Marie couldn’t really tell. “For a moment I almost took you seriously,” Marie said with an unsure smile. “You should have,” the neighbor said, “then you should have just taken me.” Marie had never been with woman, but she’d often fantasized at night about having sex with another woman while wearing a strap-on. Marie laughed nervously, something she had long done when caught off guard. “What on earth makes you think that I like women?” Marie said. “I’m not asking you to marry me, just fuck me on occasion,” the woman said. “I’m Laila, I figure if you’re just going to continue listening to me get myself off through these paper thin walls then the least I could do is invite you to join me.” Marie didn’t quite know how to take the invite, all she knew is she didn’t want to turn it down. “Are you always so forward?” Marie asked. “Only when I’m hoping it just might work” she said. David’s Goliath (Continued) It was three days before the story hit the news, but when it hit it exploded like an elephant on Ex- Lax. David’s wife called the police and reported both David and his truck were missing. A nice police officer had gone to the house asking questions, but informed her that because he was an adult, there was very little that the police or anyone else could do for the first 48 hours. David, being aware of this as well, used that opportunity to get done what he needed to do too. He sat out traps and booby-traps all day the first day. On the second day, David collected meat from each and every trap that he had set. Back at the cabin he stripped carcasses, bagged the meat and stocked the small deep freezer as well as the fridge. David threw very little away. Anything he couldn’t eat or use David bagged for bait. He then took his back pack and went down to the river’s edge. After setting half dozen or so lines along the river’s edge, David then sat at the water’s edge and shaved his head, beard and his mustache, using only his reflection in the shallows as a mirror. Now, that this was done, David isn’t really all that concerned with being seen. He hadn’t shaved since he was sixteen and right now looking at his own reflection, David didn’t even recognize himself. He had intentionally positioned himself a few miles upriver from where he had drove the truck into the water on purpose. Any one searching for a body in the water would search from point of impact and follow the river downstream. David had it all worked out in his head. He knew that once they found his vehicle in the river they would search from that point all the way to the swamp if they had to. By then the assumption would be that David had probably been eaten by a gator or something and that his remains would probably never be found. The next few turn of events had gone almost exactly as David figured. David had been enjoying a cold beer and a few pieces of homemade jerky while watching News at Noon. He had almost choked to death on an un-chewed piece after seeing his wife on the TV. “Is that a new dress?” David asked no one in particular. “And she got her hair done, she hadn’t gotten her hair done since their wedding day, and that was only because someone else had done it,” David said out loud. But that was not what had gotten under David’s craw. There she now stood in front of the news cameras, with a new hairdo, makeup, outfit, a Prada bag on her right arm, and David’s best buddy from work, Steve on her left. David’s truck had been found submerged in about a ten feet deep section of the river and the medical examiner had declared David dead and awarded his cheating wife and best friend, his death certificate, so that the two of them could cash in on his insurance policy and live good in the house that he had worked so hard for. David could not believe what he was seeing. They had apparently been cheating on him all along, he thought. That night, David broke camp and rode the bicycle back down the mountain, knowing that no one expected he was alive so no one would stop the bald, clean faced stranger on the bike to ask questions. David paddled the bike all the way to the cross road near his house before stashing it in the woods and continuing on foot through the woods in the darkness. As David approached the house he thought he had seen movement in one of the side windows, even though he could clearly see his scoundrel of a wife standing in the kitchen. On closer inspection David soon realized that he was right. Sitting in David’s living room, and in David’s recliner, was Steve, guzzling beer and manhandling David’s remote. David continued to stand outside of his own window looking in, until he saw his wife bring Steve a plate of hot food and another beer. At this point David began to seethe with an uncontrolled anger that caused him to stand up right in front of the window. Seeing the scary silhouette outside of her window had scared David’s wife so badly that she ran screaming right into Steve’s waiting arms. “There’s someone outside,” she screamed, almost in a state of hysterics. “You’ve had a tough couple of days,” Steve told her, the doctor told you that it was going to be hard adjusting to the medications they gave you to keep you calm throughout this whole ordeal,” Steve said, trying to reassure her that she was safe. “I know what I saw,” she said, visibly shaken. “It was a tall, hideous creature with no hair and huge deep set eyes.” “If it’ll make you feel any better I’ll go outside and check, just to reassure you,” Steve told her. “Take the rifle, it’s behind the door,” she told Steve as he made his way toward the front door. To make her feel better, Steve took David’s Winchester from behind the door and stepped out onto the porch. No sooner had he gotten to the corner of the porch was David’s wife startled by the sound of a scuffle and then a maddening scream, as whatever had been lurking around outside attacked Steve. David’s wife grabbed the pistol from the closet and ran outside, bullets blazing. David had always told her what a trusty marksman she was with a pistol. Now that he was no longer here to protect her she’d protect herself. She’d made all six shots of the revolver count. Each shot had found its mark, bringing down the target without a single shot ever hitting Steve. The perpetrator now lay in a pool of blood on the edge of the porch. Steve was shaken but uninjured. “Are you alright?” she asked Steve as he stood checking himself for bullet holes. “Yeah, I’m OK I think,” Steve said nervously. “Run inside and call the state police. She did as she had been instructed and the two of them waited patiently to hear sirens in the distance, keeping their distance from the crumpled body now bleeding out on her front porch. When State Police and the County Coroner arrived, it didn’t take them long at all to realize that the man lying dead now in the front yard was none other than her husband David. “But how could that be?” she cried in agony, “We had David’s funeral earlier today, He’s already dead.” “It seems he wanted you to think he was dead, thus he shaved his head and his face so no one would recognize him,” the coroner said. She was grief stricken that she had now killed David.” “Well, the good thing about it is,” said the coroner, “I’ve already signed his death certificate once this week, so you can’t be charged with his death. That would be like double jeopardy.” The County Coroner picked David’s remains up and took them to the morgue, this time for cremation. David’s plan had been to catch his wife cheating and to scare the life out of her, in turn getting his house back, but legally getting out of his marriage. If it’s any comfort at all, once David was cremated, she has his ashes placed in a metal earn and buried beneath the very same front porch where she had shot him. She did go on to eventually get remarried to Steve. Marie’s Quiet Quandary II Marie and Laila grew to be good friends over the next few hours, steadfast friends over night. During the night and at some point in their conversation, it came to light, that Laila owned a domestic cleaning service. “Well, if you find yourself feel free to pop in while I’m at work and give my place a good scrubbing.” They had both laughed and continued on in conversation. The following evening, Marie stuck her key in the door after a particularly exasperating day at work. As she had approached her door, Marie couldn’t help but envy whoever the lucky schmuck was that was going to come home to a cooked meal, as a fragrant aroma of food filled the hallway. As soon as she opened her front door, Marie realized that the glorious smell of a home cooked meal had not been coming from someone else’s apartment, but from her very own. The lucky schmuck that she had referred to was her. She couldn’t help but smile as Laila stood before her wearing only a long apron. On the dining room table, lay a spread that Marie thought fit for a queen. Marie was a lot hungrier than she was bothered by the fact that this woman had climbed into her apartment window, via the fire escape, cleaned her entire unit front to back, top to bottom and prepared her this absolutely scrumptious looking (and smelling) dinner. “Whenever did you find the time to do all of this?” Marie asked, still trying to scrape up the last few juicy morsels with her fork. “Honey, I told you, these walls are paper thin. You left for work at 7:22; I climbed through the window at 7:32 and got busy cleaning,” Laila said laughingly. “Where’d the food come from?” Marie asked. “I didn’t have any broccoli or snow pea pods in my freezer.” “Where I’m from we call that being neighborly, others call it sharing.” “So what do I owe you for all of this?” Marie asked intuitively. Laila winked and returned her own sultry smile. “I was thinking dessert”, Laila said as she cleared the table and dimmed the lights. Laila then climbed onto the dinner table and lay flat on her belly, with her arms and legs extended. Marie knew exactly what she wanted; she wanted it too, but . . . “How?” was all she could say as she sat at the table facing Laila. Her new neighbor, now naked again, knew the answer to that question. She nodded toward a chair that had been unoccupied during dinner. In the chair sat a black velvet bag with a tie string top. Marie wasted no time going over and inspecting the bag and its content. What the bag contained was the biggest, blackest, strap on that Marie had ever seen, and she had seen at least two. Marie had often fantasized about this very night, but she had never thought it would ever be more than that. Now she found herself, not only in passion of but actually wearing a cock that would make a Mandingo warrior jealous. Even in the low light, the monstrous cock seemed to have a mind of its own, sliding comfortably between Laila’s ass cheeks, disappearing into her moist deep orifice. Marie couldn’t believe the entire thing had disappeared inside Laila. Even more so she couldn’t believe how extremely wet and turned on she was, by the act now taking place. Laila egged Marie on, causing her to pump faster and faster into her until they both exploded in ecstasy. Laila curled up into fetal position on the dining room table and held herself as she exhaled. “Uh uh, you’re not getting away that easily,” Marie said. “You started this, now I want dessert,” Marie said as she grabbed Laila by both ankles and flipped her over. Marie quickly buried her face between Laila’s thighs and began to lick, expecting to find passage to a very aroused clit. What Marie had found instead was that Leila had somehow been hiding a hard on. OMAHA Continued After a particularly horrendous Friday at work, Patti had wanted nothing more than to get on the train and out of her shoes so that she could relax her sore, aching feet. Wearing high heels to work had its major perks. It also had its major pitfalls. One of the pitfalls was the end of the day pains. As Patti walked the final few hundred feet toward the subway station entrance, she suddenly felt herself being grabbed from behind and snatched into an ally, within feet of the entrance to the subway. “Please don’t hurt me,” Patti cried out. “I don’t have any money, only a transit card,” she continued. “Shut up Bitch,” the male voice taunted. “I don’t want your fucking money, I want you to suck this dick!” the man said crudely from behind her as he lifted her off of her feet, pulling her deeper into the dark alley. “Oh please, I can’t, I don’t know how; I mean I honestly swear to you that I don’t know how,” she continued. “Then you’re going to learn tonight whore.” Patti suddenly felt her breath being literally knocked out of her as she is slammed to the ground atop flattened cardboard boxes that smelled like urine, in what she feared could be her last moments alive. “Please don’t hurt me,” she gasped, “I’ll do whatever you want me to do, just please don’t hurt me, I have a sick mother at home that I take care of, she needs her meds and I’m the only one that she . . .” “Shut the fuck up,” he said, slapping her hard across her right cheek with his open palm. Patti was having a hard time believing all of this, until the sting of her cheek brought her instantly and fully back into the moment. As she gasped for breath from both the stinging blow and the odiferous situation that she had found herself in, Patti suddenly realized that the smell had suddenly changed and not for the best. Now her flaring nostrils were suddenly filled with the musky stench of putrid piss and overly musky nuts. “Open your mouth whore!” the man grimaced, as she felt the stinky, meaty girth of him slap across her lips. Patti pressed both her lips and eyes even tighter together, in hopes that someone had either seen her struggle or heard her protest and had notified local authorities and that any second now the dark alley would be flooded with light and sound of her rescuers; but the darkness didn’t abate and help didn’t come. The harsh stranger pressed the head of his bulbous shaft even harder against her unwilling lips. “Bitch, I’m going to fuck your mouth or die trying,” the man said, trying to force her lips apart with huge rough hands. “As you wish,” she said as she slammed her nail file deep into the man’s testicles, causing him to let out an agonizing scream that echoed off of the dark alley walls. Patti did not stab him repeatedly, instead she held on tightly to the nail file, making saw like motions with her hands, side to side, front to back, the blade plunging deeper as she continued trying to castrate him from the inside out. “Please, oh god please,” the man screamed. “Oh now I’m God, just a few seconds ago you clearly called me bitch, well I’m going to be the bitch today that helps you to get your wish. With a quick turn of hand, Patti totally castrated the man’s penis from the inside with one hand, while digging the nails of her other hand deep into the shaft. The man’s now flaccid penis fell off into her hand as his mouth fell open yet again in an agonizing scream. Patti took this opportunity to grant him his wish, shoving his own cock deep into his mouth. “Your wish is granted Mother Fucker, you got your dick sucked and a pussy of your very own.”

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12/2/2014 10:13:17 AM

“SPLATTER”
Part I Insomnia

Lying in my bed starring at the alarm clock I realize that I'd now been staring at it for almost two hours I had to be up by six and had seen the digital alarm on the night stand, whose angry looking red digital screen now glowed 11:30. I threw the covers off, allowing the cool night air to gently caress my skin; a gentle breeze quietly caressed my nipples, causing them to harden almost instantaneously. I knew one for sure way of tiring myself out and I raised my hand up first to gently tweak my hardened nipple, then I allowed it to slowly slide down my breast and along my belly, allowing a finger to encircle my navel briefly before all but imbedding my fingers between my now pulsating pussy lips and allowing my thumb to caress my clit. After only a few seconds of frantically caressing my clit while finger fucking myself frantically with two now soaked digits, I sank into what I felt was a deep sleep, but in my slumber I could now feel fingers caressing my flesh, breath on my inner thigh and a slight pressure on my mattress. Not wanting to wake up from this dream and not wanting to believe that it was anything other than a dream, I spread my thighs invitingly and almost instantly felt a tongue slide from my lower pussy lips all the way up to my clit, causing me to gasp before what felt like two large hands totally lifted my ass off of the bed and that tongue reamed my ass teasingly before licking its way back up to my now wide spread, pink pussy lips. This tongue seemed to delve into the deepest confines of my warm wet pussy, stroking places that my favorite toy had never been able to reach. My body shuttered spasmodically as I began to thrust my hips toward the unseen face that would have to have housed that tongue yet felt nothing. Suddenly, almost as quickly as the tongue had slid deep into me, it now began to change in form, pulsing, as it began to swell, wider and wider until it had become totally tubular, as if it had all of a sudden transformed itself into what it knew I so badly craved. The Tongue turned ram rod now began a slow, although rhythmic surge, to the very depths of my pussy and then backing out leaving just the tip in me.

Part II

I would have begged in my sleep had it not all of a sudden dropped full girth back into me and I could swear it had grown even thicker now, filling me almost to the point of discomfort. Leaving nothing to chance I thrust forward, abating my fears of this dream dick becoming a night mare, and as I did the thrust became faster and even more rhythmic, until I felt for sure that I was being worked over by a dick on a hammer drill. Getting in four strokes to my one, the dick of my desires soon had me at that point where it didn't even matter if the dick was real or not, it was here and it was fucking me into a state of sheer bliss right this moment. "I'm cuming" I screamed out in my sleep as I felt my juices building to a low rumble; But at exactly that moment The Monstrosity of a cock slid completely out of me, the friction alone causing my climactic dam to break before the hardened head began to gently batter my clitoris until for the first time, I released what I'd heard about yet never seen, a gusher of cum streamed across my bed splattering the foot board. I passed out instantly, not stirring again until the morning, where I woke to find myself lying naked on my back, informed me that I was supposed to be speaking at that day said that do to conditions beyond their control the meeting would have to be postponed until further notice. This was no doubt fine by me because I would still get paid for the visit regardless since the call came in less than 24 hrs. before I was set to appear. I hung the phone up and walked back into my bedroom, where my eyes once again and immediately locked onto that dry spot on the foot board and the wet spot on the carpet. Although I had already stepped in the dime sized puddle of whatever the sticky liquid was, I was now afraid to touch it for fear that it might be some kind of a contaminant; after all, where could it have come from? "Come From" Suddenly it hit me like a ton of bricks, and I snatched the top sheet completely off of my queen sized bed and held it up to my large fourteenth floor corner windows and sure enough; I screamed with joy and excitement. I couldn't remember my dream, but bits and pieces of it and knowing my own body and that I had forced myself to orgasm before going to sleep, I'd apparently passed out without knowing just how hard I'd cum. Giving this very little thought I first slung the sheet across the bed before slinging myself across the sheet, butt naked, spread eagle and ready to give it that good old college try to recreate whatever the hell I'd apparently missed last night. Arching my heels toward each corner of the foot board I prepared for the history making feat. Caressing my pussy lips gently at first I immediately noticed a swelling that usually only accompanied a good nights fucking and I instantly began to wonder just how brutal I had been on myself in my sleep. I never shave and often trim Madam, that's what I call her because she often demands far more respect than I do, keeping the hairs their closely trimmed unless I knew for sure that I was going to give up the pussy; then I'd shave (if given notice) two days before and then again two hours before to make sure that I'm totally bare down there. The spars hair around the lips seemed somewhat moist leaving me to wonder even harder still. Closing my eyes I caressed and folded both sets of lips between my thumb and forefinger, while nudging my clitoris into action with the ball of my palms. 
My Nudging progressively became more of an aggressive push and my moans of pleasure soon filled the room. I could fill a climax building but already knew it would do no more than leave a wide puddle under my ass cheeks. I stopped only long enough to retrieve my beaded rabbit from the top drawer and then quickly proceeded to once again pummel my pussy. With my rabbit riveting deep within the confines of this hot pussy of mine I leaned the little doohickey into my clit and almost instantly saw flashes of light as my pussy exploded with what felt like the magnitude of an atomic bomb; Big Puddle, but still no squirt. I dug feverishly into my pussy now with the rabbit, using my entire palm to push the little doohickey directly onto my clitoris, now proceeding only in making it sore and making myself and my now swollen pussy lips even more irritated. I rose up from the bed to check the size of the spot and I was actually disappointed to be right. There was a puddle there the size of my entire ass but nothing that even flew as far as mid-thigh none the less the knees. Well, seems I've got the whole day off, guess I'll just have to keep at it till I find what works

Splatter Part III
I must have dozed off at some point because I woke to the sound of an irritating buzzing in my head, which I soon came to realize was my door bell, something I had never heard before. I threw on my large fleece pull-over and scampered to the front door, being sure to peep through the peep hole before even touching knob or lock. What I saw on the other side of the door had made my heart flutter momentarily. On the other side of the door stood a bronzed Adonis, dressed in brown a brown cap and brown shirt and I knew instantly it was a delivery guy. Forgetting momentarily that I'd been clad only in my thick comfy robe, I opened the door and smiled fully at the Delivery guy, fully dressed in brown from head to toe, I smiled sweetly as he read my last name off of the package headed with a Mrs. "That's Ms thank you" I said almost too sarcastically, causing him to gulp quickly, which caused his Adams apple to rise and drop quickly, which in turn had cause my nipples to rise and my jaw to drop.
"I didn't order anything" I said with a confused smile and he in turn replied, I'm sure it’s a gift, "I'd bet you have many admirers". Not being able to hide my blush I responded, "And seemingly at least one new one". Once I had finally torn my eyes away from his, to once again scan his toned frame and muscular legs beneath those cute brown shorts I asked as realistically as I could muster without breaking into a grin, "What if it's a bomb or some other contraption that might render me helpless or cause me harm"? "I can stay here until you open it if you'd like, that way if it's a bomb then we'll both blow up together". What a waste that would be I said as I once again gave him the once over as he handed me the box. "Can you please open it for me", I asked coyly but he informed me that he could lose his job for opening my package as it was strictly against company protocol. "Then please come in, if we do blow up I'd hate to mess up out here in the hall way, it'll be hard enough to sale this unit if we blow up in it".

As soon as I opened the box my face flushed and I realized two things instantly; the first being that I had ordered the package one late, lonely, horny night, not so long ago and the second being that I should have just signed his damned clip board and sent him on his way. Now I found myself standing in my entry foyer with a bronzed guy, a brown box and a big vibrantly colored vibrator with swivel action, G-Spot & Clitoral Stimulator, (batteries included) and a smile. Never being one to panic I looked him straight in the eye and asked, "What can Brown do for me"? My robe fall open as if on cue and he reached back, locking the door. Without bothering to conceal my now frontal nudity I walked over to my sofa, sat and began to fumble with the package. Mr. Brown followed like a cute brown retriever, so like a loving pet owner I ordered him to sit. He squatted at my feet and I laughed at his antics. "Good Boy, now roll over". He fell onto his back on the carpeted floor and played dead. I laughed in spite of the fact that my pussy had already started to leak before the hair on his inner thigh had even become visible beneath the now raised shorts. My passions now in full flow I ripped the batteries from the now empty package and slammed them into the bottom of my new toy before saying, "Heal", to which he quickly responded by rolling onto his belly and immediately taking my freshly pedicured toes into his mouth, allowing his tongue to swirl between each toe and sucking so hard that I thought for sure that he'd suck the polish right off. "I said Heal not toe you silly mutt, I guess you'll do with some training though.

"THE SPLATTER" 
Part 4 (Continued) 
Enjoying the strange sensation of this strangers saliva way too much I quickly but cautiously slid my toes from his mouth and demanded that he behave. He sat up and whimpered sweetly and as I reached out one hand to pat the top of his head he licked my wrist and a shot like a bolt of lightning from my forearm straight to my now throbbing clitoris. She quickly scampered to her feet and demanded that he strip and follow her as I walked into my bedroom. where I sat back against the leather head board and demanded him to his knees again, but this time on the bed, "Not between my thighs, between my knees" I'd all but demanded. 
"Now let’s see what you're working with" I told him inquiringly and before I could have uttered another word he grasped both of my ankles, leaned forward and pinned my toes to the head board and his lips to my clit. I could feel my juices bubbling now and thought for sure that at any second I would fill it spill onto my tightly puckered ass and between my butt cheeks, but his skilled tongue blazed a trail from just below my rectum all the way up to my clitoris, claiming every droplet of both cunnilingul cream and sexual sweat with that truly titillating tongue of his. As he lapped feverishly at my quickly ponding pussy I looked into his eyes and asked, "Is that all you've got, and they told me that you guys delivered on time and better than my local post office". That being said he in one quick motion his feet were now planted where his knees had been only a split second before and between his thighs hung a veined shaft of man flesh that had it not had its one eye firmly aimed at her might have very well banged against his knee caps. “I told you not to move from that spot" I told him, and he made me quickly realize that he hadn't. he'd only placed his feet where his knees had been and now after leveling my calves over his shoulders, he placed both is hands on the top of my headboard and dropped the almost foot long appendage into my waiting pussy, first allowing just the head inside of my now sweltering pussy and then slowly allowing inch after inch to penetrate my palpitating pussy deeper with each and every thrust until the mammoth man meat was drilling my pussy like a Texas oil rig. As he stood above me, knees bent, hands gripping headboard ass cheeks clinching tighter with every thrust, I reached down between our two bodies and wrapped my warm fingers around his scrotum, digging in slightly with my nails until his back arched, both of our bodies convulsed and he exploded into my pussy as I exploded all over his dick and in his also brown pubic hair. He thrust a few more times before I felt him attempt to pull out, but his attempt was instantly halted by my nails once again digging into his balls and motioning them up. Because I had demanded him not to move from that spot he only arched his back forward to bring the large, pussy cream and cum soaked cock within reach of my waiting lips, where I both engulfed it and milked it complete before he started to protest that he couldn't cum again, but one well-placed nail quickly delivered into just the right area of his rectum caused him to fill my mouth with another load of the hot, sweet sticky liquid that he hadn't already poured inside me. The Delivery man let out a scream that could have easily been mistaken as someone being brutally murdered before he collapsed first to his knees and then on the bed beside her where he quickly curled into the fetal position, his breathing erratic. I reached to caress his back but he wiggled away quickly, slid off of the bed, grabbing his clothing as he made his way again toward the front entry foyer, sliding on his shirt, slipping into his shorts and retrieving his boots just inside the front door. "Are you just going to leave without even telling me your name" I asked him as I walked into the living room, now draping myself in my cotton throw over. "Richard" he said as he grabbed his clip board, tipped his hat and backed out the front door. I stopped his rapid exit by raising one finger, walked over to him and kissed him squarely on the lips and said, "Thanks Dick".

Part 5 
I’m still not sure rather it was the fact that I had seduced a package handler or the parade of good looking men going into the Church on the corner that had lead me to attend Service on Sunday morning, but the fact that I hadn’t stepped foot into a church in years lead me into the first set of doors but not the second. To my left and right were a set of stairs that lead to the upper pews of the church, which offered you a great view of the pulpit and the speaker without you actually having to deal with the people and the Ushers and the passing of the pans when collection time came around. Just as I had figured, I had the upstairs entirely to myself. I sat second row back from the balcony so that I could see only the pulpit and settled into the soft red velvety pews just in time for the choir to stand and began a volley of hymnals, the opening of Prayer Service I presumed. The music soothed me and I soon found myself lulled into an almost meditation like state as I sat reminiscing of the events the afternoon before and grew instantly moist between my thighs. Before I had even realized it, my fingers found their way beneath my top and my pantyhose and were now gently caressing my clit. It was all soon running through my mind as clearly as if it were happening again at that exact moment, only this time I was more submissive, and he seemed to realize it instantly and took full control of the situation. From the moment I had unknowingly let him into my residence, it was like he had become a different man, snarling and groping at my innocents as he stripped me naked and ordered me to my knees in front of him where demanded that I, “Unleash the beast” as he put it. Innocent as I was I did as ordered, unzipping his brown khaki shorts releasing a half hardened behemoth. “Suck he demanded and I fearfully did as I was told, for fear there may be repercussions. I took the head into my mouth slowly at first, rolling my tongue around the bulbous head and licking the little opening. Reaching one hand behind me he wrapped his fingers into my hair and forced my head down onto his dick so far I was sure I was feeling its mushroom like top in my chest cavity. With just a couple of thrust he and I both exploded, him with a hot spatter that coated my throat and me in a pantyhose and pew soaking orgasm so intense that I had actually screamed as I creamed in orgasmic bliss, a screamed that now echoed through a church almost completely quiet, except for a young Deacon who had been kneeling and praying at a table in front of the pulpit that said, Do This In Remembrance Of Me. The young Deacon halted his prayers briefly and like most of the congregation, allowed his eyes to follow the sound. Realizing what I had just done and not being sure what I should do now I simply shouted, “Hallelujah” and the young deacon began to pray once again. I took this opportunity to leave as stealthily as I had come in.

Part 6
Destiny Awaits
No sooner had I arrived home and walked in the door had I noticed six new messages from six missed calls on my home phone. Each message was only white noise and no voices or other audible sounds could I distinguish, but there was also no call back information and no phone number, not even an area code registered on my Caller ID. I wondered for a brief moment who it might have been before my cell phone informed me that I had a text message, from a girl that I knew through work but only associated with because she hung with friends of the same girls that I call friends. I texted her back and she informed me that she had an emergency and asked if I could meet her out front of my place, I asked her when and she said that she could be there in two minutes, hell it would take me damned near that long just to get to the elevator. I told her I’d meet her downstairs in five and hung up. I grabbed my keys and walked out of my apartment and down the short hall to the elevator. Within a matter of minutes I was exiting the elevator into the lobby of my building, where I saw Destiny already awaiting me. Her shoulder length blond hair that usually hung just below her shoulders was now tied up in a tight bun at the back of her head. “What’s going on” I had to ask her sincerely because she and I weren’t friends like that for her to be coming over to my place. 
Destiny looked then around nervously before touching my elbow lightly and asking, “Is there somewhere we can talk”? “Is there something we need to talk about, you couldn’t text me from home”, I asked her seriously, trying not to raise my voice for fear of giving Alfred the doorman something to talk about on his lunch break. “Because I can’t go home” she said, as her face began to contort into what looked like pain and humiliation”. Looking closer at her neck now I see what appeared to be four small dark circles on one side of her neck and one dark circle on the other. At this point I looked around as well and pulled her back into the opening elevator with me. As the elevator door closed and I pressed the number fourteen, I can feel her gaze upon me and I turn to see her piercing green eyes staring directly into mine. “Did he hit you”, I asked her, pretending not to notice the prominent purple paw marks on her neck. “No, but he swung at me first, the fact that he missed doesn’t make the shit justifiable”. 
I agreed with her but didn’t get to tell her that I did before the elevator opened at my floor. Destiny stepped out of the elevator, looking both left and right, but being that she’d never been to my apartment, had no idea whether we were going to the left or to the right, so she waited until I turned right and then she followed in close proximity the few feet to the only door to my corner unit. I could have sworn that I had closed it when I’d run downstairs but I guess in my haste I hadn’t. Either way I’d not left the lobby. No one else had gone either in or out of the lobby or the elevator since I had. I pushed the half hinged door open and found nothing out of the ordinary, “High rent districts have their privileges” I said, “So what happened tonight” I asked her and she quickly replied, “He asked me if I would like to have a threesome with him and another girl and I told him that I had never thought about it and that I had never eaten pussy before and he said let’s do it and I said ok and then he attacked me saying see I knew you went both ways”. She burst into body racking sobs; I immediately and inadvertently reached over to comfort her, having no idea the chain of events this would set into motion.


Almost immediately Destiny pressed her face into my neck, causing a warm tear to trickle down my neck, blazing a trail along the lineage of my cleavage. I would have protested had the feeling not caused both my nipples and my clitoris to harden simultaneously. I could now feel her warm moist lips sliding their way up the side of my neck, leaving a trail of wetness along my neck and causing a moist mess between my already trembling thighs. All I could think of now as the two of us sat close on my living room sofa, was that I had never kissed a girl and she was getting closer by the second to my lips and what was I going to do when she did finally reach my… my thoughts were trampled upon as a bubblegum fragrance flooded my nostrils just as the taste of very berry coated my breath, lips and tongue. I wanted to protest, wanted to be anywhere else, wanted to grab her ass and kiss her back, so I did. She responded by spreading her thighs wide, exposing a net G- string that in no way hid her totally bald pussy, with its moist pouting lips. Even though I had never touched another woman’s pussy, my hands anxiously slid under the short skirt that she wore, that was now up around her midsection, leaving her bare assed on my new suede sofa. My fingers were met by a warm wetness, that instantly turned into a hot river of pussy cream as soon as first my two fingers and then three slid into her wanting pussy, causing her to thrust her hips forward and up to meet my exploring digits. She bit my bottom lip as my pointing finger curled upwards and made contact with her G-Spot at the same time, that my thumb exerted pressure to her clit, causing her to shoot pussy juice halfway up my arm; she was turned on but I was pissed.

Being more concerned with getting pussy juice stains on my suede sofa, than anything else, I quickly looked around to see what I could use to sop up the mess, using the only thing that I could find, her top. Grabbing her by both her ankles, I literally yanked her onto her ass on the floor, replacing her asses spot on the sofa with my own. Destiny’s ass bounced once and she sat looking confused on the floor, her eyes filled with bewilderment, searching my own to find out what she had done to upset me; but before she could raise herself from her sitting position, I used one foot to pin her to the floor and stuck the other one between her legs, which instantly brought a gasp from her sealed lips. I allowed the toes of my one foot to maintain her position on the floor while the toes of my other foot wiggled there way between her hot, moistened folds of flesh. Once she had had apparently realized that I had intended for her to stay down there she stayed put, spreading her thighs, I raised my right foot and gently caressed her sweat darkened hair with it , while raising my cum cream coated left toes to her lips. Her eyes once again rose to search my own for some possible resemblance of caring or pity, but there was none, as I first pressed my pussy soaked toes to her lips, forcing them open and then jamming all but my pinky toe between her now grotesquely spread facial lips. Destiny tried hard to please me, by both accommodating my toes lodged deep in her mouth, while sucking feverishly at her own pussy juices between my toes. I pushed my foot angrily into her now wide stretched face, and marveled as she gagged and gurgled, as I fucked her mouth with my foot until she squeezed her eyes tight and from somewhere deep inside came a squeal that signaled yet another gusher of pussy juice, one that somehow still managed to splatter the front of my new suede sofa with a large smattering of her hot sticky liquid. She screamed again around my foot as she voided her pussy on my carpet and up and down the front of my sofa and I screamed at the idea of having to look at yet another spot where someone else other than me once again has managed to spatter at my expense.


Part 8 - Love Hurts 
“I can’t believe this shit, you just squirted all over my carpet and my suede sofa, that shits gonna leave a mark”. I jumped up and scurried across my living room to the pantry door facing the sofa, as soon as I’d opened it I knew I’d made a big mistake. Standing behind the bi-fold doors was a man dressed all in black, wearing a black ski mask and in his hand he held not a weapon, but a video camera. “What the hell are you doing” I shouted angrily as the hooded man stepped toward me, without saying a word, still aiming the camera at me as he steps out of my pantry and towards me. I instinctively backed away from him and just like the dumb blond in the movie I tripped over my own damned feet, or it might have been the carpet edging, but either way I ended up falling backwards onto my living room floor, my head barely missing my glass center table. Pain shot through my ass, causing me to grimace, momentarily closing my eyes against the pain. When I opened my eyes I found him standing over me with the small video camera and my first thought was to kick him in his balls and hope like hell he had some, hell he must have, he had the nerve to come into her fourteenth floor apartment unit in what she thought until now was a highly secure building in the high rent district. A momentary hesitation gave him just the time he needed to side step my right foot as it catapulted forward, but ended up catching his waist and his big leather belt instead of his nuts, much to my dismay, even more to my dismay he ended up catching my leg as well, he now held my leg by the ankle, with my foot suspended in the air, with the hand that was not holding the camera. I was helpless and Destiny was still sitting like a statuette on the floor in front of me. “What do you want” I yelled at him, “I don’t have any money or drugs”. “Shut up” he spat back from behind the mask. “The less you say the less chance anyone is gonna get hurt, do exactly as I say & who knows, maybe after this is all over, we can all still be friends.


Part 9 “Show & Tell” 
“Now if you ladies will allow us to introduce ourselves”, the hooded man nodded at the camera in his other hand, “This is my friend Tom, You ladies can call me Dick, and that, my sexy new friend” he said with a grin as he lowered the camera between my still clothed thighs, “And that we’re just going to call harry”, he said, now unable to refrain from laughing at his own play on words. “now what I’d like for you to do Harry, is to crawl your sweet little ass on around to this side of the table and take this excess clothing off of this one right here so that we can all get just a little bit more comfortable, if ya know what I mean”. Destiny remained glued to her spot in the front of the sofa until the man yelled, “Move your ass”, at which point she scurried around the table, the long way, looked again sorrowfully into my eyes, and then proceeded to undress me as he’d ordered. He slowly lowered my leg, allowing her to completely relieve me of my pantyhose and after she had rolled them down over my toes she reached to place them atop my glass center table, but stopped her in her tracks when his booming voice yelled, “No, you put those on now, let’s just all see how sexy you look in them”. She hesitated momentarily and he backhanded her so hard that she rolled across the floor and balled up in a fetal position. “Stop, Please” I said to him pleadingly, “I’ll give you whatever it is you want, just please don’t hurt her”. “You damned right you’re gonna give me what the hell it is I want, you’re damned skippy about that, only thing is that you’re absolutely wrong about, is that it’s gonna hurt”. Destiny lay curled up and crying on the carpet, her hair now in a mess around her face. “If I have to ask you to put those stockings on again the coroner is gonna take em off of you missy, now get moving”. Destiny’s body slowly uncurled from her position on the floor and rose to her knees and elbows before retrieving my dampened pantyhose. “Now, I’d like to keep the difficulty level as low as possible if you all don’t mind, so I’d like your complete attention and cooperation as we play a little game of show and tell”.

After she’d slipped into my pantyhose he told her to come over to me, which she did, then he asked me if I liked the way my stockings looked on her, I would have said just about anything to have him be done so I shook my head yes. “Then I think you should let her know how much you appreciate how good she looks them then, what do ya think” he said with a sickening drawl that almost turned my stomach. I leaned in toward Destiny and gently caressed her knee. “Aw come on ladies, that ain’t how ya’ll was doing it when ya thought wasn’t no one here but the two of ya; now once again its called show and tell, now I don’t told you what I want done, now show me you can follow directions”. I kissed her knee again, this time leaving my mouth there and allowing it to move slowly across and up her thigh. He continued to hover close, his camera sometimes only mere inches from my face. I want to see some action here ladies, you know, Lights, cameras, fucking movement”? He smacked me hard across first one ass cheek then the other. I winced and crawled in closer, my lips now so close to the shaved pussy that I had not so long ago been fucking with my toes. Now that I was down here getting my first whiff of her, in a situation where I probably should have been mortified, the same two things kept running across my mind; one, I could definitely have enjoyed this under far less strenuous circumstances and two how am I ever going to get my sofa cleaned. All of a sudden I felt fingers intertwining in my hair and I couldn’t for the life of me tell if they were a man’s or a woman’s, but either way my head was being pushed into her sweet smelling pleasure center and it had no desire not to go. I ran my tongue first along one of her inner thighs and then the other as I began to wonder if the fragrant whiffs of pussy perfume might have been my own coming from the seat of my still wet hosiery that she was now languishing in as I licked almost lovingly at her inner thigh. Hands force my face firmly into the mesh of the pantyhose just as she explodes for what I thought must have been third time today, this time all over my face. I hated him at this moment but I was loving her.

I literally drank her in now as she continued to cum wave after wave of the sweet, hot, sticky liquid that now bubbled up through the padded center of the pantyhose. I realized that the padding had already been soaked in my own juices before she’d even put them on. Now, as her own flavor mixed with mine and seeped through to my lips, I found myself hungry for both it and her. At that exact moment he smacked my ass so hard on one side that I swear to you it stung on both sides. After he’d smacked my ass, he left his hand there, to cover the sting, but not to comfort me, he left it there so that he could shove my face deeper into the crotch of my pantie hose, which she was now wearing and that were now soaked in both of our pussy juices. Had her thighs been a little bigger I may have drowned to death. With her back against my sofa and me facedown between her thighs, he continued to push my sore ass while leaning in close with that damned video camera he was holding. It was at that exact moment that I’d rolled my entire body with as much energy as I could muster from my still position, barrel rolling right over his ankle and bringing him crashing down onto my glass center table, his head connecting sharply with the table’s metal edge. He didn’t move a muscle, but I wasn’t waiting to see how long it would be before he would. I jumped up and ran for my bedroom where I kept a metal bat under the edge of my bed just in case. Never once thinking I would ever be involved in a situation such as this one. While still in midair as I launched myself across my queen sized bead, I clearly heard Destiny scream, “Johnny, are you ok”. I hit the ground flat out and came up with my big sturdy aluminum bat cocked and ready. “You know this sick son of a bitch”, I was screaming as I literally soared out of my bedroom, the bat ready to make a love connection. She was leaning over the bastard, cradling his head in her hands when I leveled the bat across the back of her shoulders, causing a sound that reminded me of T-ball back in school as a kid. She fell limply across his upper body and I raised the bat once more, this time bringing it down just below the base of his spine. Both of them now down for the count, I retreated momentarily back into my bedroom, but I very quickly returned dragging a large black footlocker behind me. “You two motherfuckers want to play games huh, well ok bitches’ let’s play”. I made sure the front door was securely locked.
I dragged the chest across the carpet between my living room and my dining room I quickly popped the metal clasp on either end and then, using a small gold key attached to a thin gold chain around my right ankle I unlocked my treasure chest. I took the wooden pole that had been laying across the top of my amassing of goodies, stood it vertical to serve as a temporary prop for the lid and took my time removing the lotions and lubricants from the top before getting down to the goodies. I grabbed a roll of duct tape and bound first his wrist behind his back after pushing her limp form off of his. I then bound his ankles as well with more duct tape before grabbing her by both ankles and pulling her into the center of the room, where I left her face down and double bound her legs together, using more duct tape and a length of black cord I happened to have handy. After removing a couple more carefully chosen items from my chest I stood slowly with a smile that surly would have scared hell out of any one present, had anyone been conscious at that moment. I took the post out of the chest and closed the lid softly. I walked over to his still lifeless form and kicked him sharply in the ribs while holding the post and the rest of the roll of tape in one hand and the metal baseball bat in the other. After getting no response what so ever from him I rolled him onto his stomach with is arms out to his side. I then planted one knee and most of my weight on the back of his neck while setting the post across his shoulders, then securing his wrist to both ends of it with more duct tape. “That sacrificial look fits you well” I said, as I returned the favor and smacked him hard on the ass with the bat. A slight groan let me know that he wasn’t dead. I leaned in close behind him, my lips mere inches from his earlobe and whispered into his ear, “I sure hope you’re as good at receiving the shit as you were at pitching it out there buddy”. I rose up once again, stepped over him and walked over to a clutter of trinkets that I’d left piled on the floor near my trusty chest of toys and treasures. I now retrieved a pair of red boots with chains and straps connected and walked over to where she still lay motionless. “I sure hope these are a comfortable fit, I’d sure hate for there to be an accident and you ended up getting fucked up by accident, because I so want everything that happens to you too to be not only intentional, but calculated as hell, as well like you wouldn’t believe”. 
After removing the ties that had bound her, I first slid my pantie hose off of her, adding, “Oh yeah, I’ll take these back now too, probably the first and definitely the last time a pair of thirty dollar hose are going to be gracing your slimy ass. I slipped the red boots quickly onto her, zipping them all the way up her calves and then connecting the chains and straps. By the time I’d completed all of the aforementioned, I grabbed her by the straps now connecting the boots at the ankles, drug her into the master bedroom, then into the closet where I left her lying alone and motionless on the floor while I returned to retrieve her so called partner in crime. I walked back into my living room, grabbed him by his ankles and drag him over to the bedroom door, where and when I realize that as a sacrificial lad he might not fit, but as a woman scorned I truly didn’t give a fuck at this point. I pulled until his head and one arm were jammed against one side of the door and his face against the other. I stepped on him to get across into the other room, being careful to step directly onto his nuts and into his muscle less beer belly. Once I’d crossed back into the other room I reached behind him, grabbing the post that I had so unceremoniously strapped him too and lifted it just enough for it to now clear the door frame and then dropped it again. The shift caused his head to bang hard against the door frame, to which I replied, “I bet you that’s gonna leave a mark”. I reached down and grasped his heels again and drug him to the closet entrance. “ I told my dear daddy when he was still alive that I needed more closet space and he promised me I’d have it someday” I said as I left him and once again returned to where she lay now moaning softly in the closet. I reached down and grabbed a hook that was connected to the strap that now attached the boots that she wore and with one swift yank hung her by her heels on the hanger rack. “Daddy never once lied to me” I said as I pushed the back wall, which quietly slid back revealing a dimly lit but good sized freight elevator. “Going Down” I laughed wickedly.

After sliding her to the end of the clothing rack I connected a chain to the clamp before releasing it. With the touch of a button she was pulled by a wench and pulley in the top of the freight elevator, out of my closet and into the padded metal box where she now hung like a side of pork. That now being done, I then transferred him into the elevator as well using the same technique, before finally stepping back into my actual closet pulling the door closed behind me. I slipped into a pair of faded jeans, a tee-shirt and some old Keds that I kept on a shelf in the top of my closet and returned to the living room to clean up the glass and mess from my now very broken center table. I retrieved first the trash can from the kitchen, into which I tossed the larger pieces of glass. I then swept what I could into the dustpan with the broom before exchanging the duo for my handy stick vacuum. As I started the vacuum a wave of dizziness swept over me, causing me to halt temporarily. “Shit, how bad is this day going to get”, I asked myself as I tried to carefully finish vacuuming up the shards and tiny fragments of glass out of my carpet. It wasn’t until I had finished vacuuming and placed the now useless metal frame in the coat closet near my front door and everything was back to some resemblance of normalcy, did I return to the bedroom, walked into the closet, pushed the back wall open as if it were the most normal thing in the world to do, and steppped into the elevator. “As I was saying earlier, I told my dear daddy when he was still alive that I needed more closet space and he promised me I’d have it someday, as I said, my daddy never lied to me, you see he bought the building when I was still very young, with the money that he made running numbers and illegal gambling parlors” The elevator stopped one floor down, granting her access to a nine thousand foot of living space which she had playfully and rightfully so knick named, “The Dungeon”. “Superstition has it that its unlucky to live on the thirteenth floor, in fact, the elevator even goes straight from twelve to fourteen, so in reality, we’re actually in limbo” she said as she pointed at a neon sign hung haphazardly from the ceiling just outside the entrance of the elevator, a sign that read, “You Are Now In Limbo” , A larger neon sign on the wall just behind it glowed brightly, with a message that was, if nothing, else Self Explanatory; “Sinners Welcome”.
While doing my brief cleaning I had made sure to put any remaining toys or sexual devices back into my Fantasy chest and slid the chest back into my closet, where it now once again sat up right in the corner facing the door. Downstairs I pondered the events of my evening with the misfits. After making sure he was properly secured I took the same precautions with her. I walked over to the satellite bar and retrieved three shot glasses, poured each full to the rim with some of my best Mexican tequila and I asked as calmly as I could muster, as I lay a shot before her, bound on the floor and one for him, stick bound next to her. “Ok, Now; here is how this is going to work, the first one of you to tell me who’s idea this whole thing was and what the hell you two had hoped to accomplish will be set free first. One of you Dipshits has to be either dumb enough or loyal enough to take the rap in case shit hit the fan, that’s just how it goes, apparently you two didn’t think this thing through thoroughly enough huh, now which one of you is the fuck up?” Retrieving the black leather and lace gloves, I very carefully slid them on, being careful to avoid the talon like fingertips. I walked over to where she lay face down on the floor and poured about a third of the shot into the small of her back where it pooled and shivered as if there were electric coils just below its liquid surface. She whimpered softly but said nothing. Starting at the back of her neck I allowed one finger to slowly trace its way along her spine, trickles of red followed the trail of my finger into the splattering of tequila. The burn is instantaneous; her back arched tragically and she let out a blood curdling scream that seemed to reverberate in the hardened concrete walls of the structure itself. “I knew you still had a voice”, I said to her as I now ran one of my talon covered fingers sideways up her back, pulling the powerful and very potent liquid into the punctures left their previously. “Scream again you Bitch, scream bloody murder and you just might get your wish”, I said as she bellowed out another blood curdling cry for help. “Leave her alone you Bitch, It was my idea, I wanted to fuck you and I told her to get me in, she had no idea what I was going to do to you”, he yelled. “Just as you have No idea what I’m going to do to you right”, I asked him as I cut him free of the pole. “But to make this both fare and fun, I’ll give you three guesses”. 
Atop my sheets, with my bed spread in a crumpled mess at my feet. I felt unusually refreshed, yet rightfully rejuvenated as I lay there trying in vain to remember the dream I'd had the night before but couldn't. Looking at my alarm clock I realized that I'd actually woken up half an hour earlier than I had set my clock to go off. "Good, I'll have some extra time to pick out my outfit this morning". It was then that I got up and walked around the bed, my toes luxuriating in the plush carpet until I reached the foot of the bed and felt something wet between my toes. 
I quickly stepped back to see what looked like a dime sized puddle of a creamy substance just below the footboard of my bed. I looked up, almost expecting to see a spot in the ceiling but there was nothing there. I then looked at the inner side of my foot board to find that the gooey liquid had originated from a spatter on that very footboard; my mind raced, was I dreaming? Yes I slept with my windows open, but my apartment was a fourteenth floor corner unit.
I examined the spot until the phone started to ring and just as quickly forgot all about it when an automated message from the school 
Placing the pole through the bend of both her elbows and along her shoulder blade, I used it to lift her from her place on the floor near the wall and drag her over to the bed where I slung her face first onto the queen-size bed. I then attached the restraints on her wrist to the small clips at each end of the pole. “I want you to be as cum-for-table as is humanly possible given your situation”, I told her, while I carefully remove the talon tipped glove. I leaned in close now with one cupped hand, my face almost touching her ass cheek. Standing between her legs at the foot of the bed, I spread her legs wide before I lean in close, blowing warm breath across a tightly puckered rectum. I Inhaled deeply, not to smell her ass, but to get a good breath for a great big snot loogie that I then blew directly into the crack of her ass. “Sorry, but times, like your little ass hole here, are kind of tight, so this my dear is the best I can do for lubricant, that’s so got to suck on your part”. I said as I quickly and empathetically shoved my finger vibrator to the hilt into her tight rectum. She bucked wildly until I pulled back on the center of the pole, now bridled now like a shaved mule. She now lay here, spread helplessly before me. “I want to introduce you to a very close friend of mine, we’re close but we don’t like to share” I said as I inhaled deeply again, preparing one more good wad of spit. “Now smile wide and give us a great big old hello”, I said as I slid the thick pink vibrator with the two new D batteries as deep into her snatch as I could on the first plunge. Her hands struggled violently against the multi colored bed spread as I kept a stern grip on the post. Just when she seemed to have gotten used to the pressure of her dual impellers, I eased pressure on the post with one hand, long enough to set both devices to full blast. This time she didn’t even scream, but her body shuttered violently beneath me before going completely limp. Letting go of the stick completely no and grabbing the hind end of the pink vibrator in both hands, I began to quickly jam it deeper into her now swollen vagina, first left then right, then up then down, but harder with each go round, I could feel her coming to life beneath me it seemed, her ass seemed to be bouncing back and begging for more. I shoved my first finger into the rectal vibrator and wiggled it until I could feel a warm wetness run down my leg. “I don’t know if you got anything out of that, but I tell you I sure as hell did”. No response 
I looked over my shoulder to find him staring at me. A deep hatred for me now filled his bloodshot eyes. “Look at you, see, now you’re totally disgusted by me; and to think you’d come here intending to have your way with me, well I don’t want you to feel left out buddy, your ass is next, literally”. With his feet still bound at the ankles and his hands still bound at the wrist, I pressed the small button on the hoist once again, raising him, as he complained boystiorously until I placed a large ball gag firmly between his teeth. I used a caribeaner to connect his wrist straps to an eye bolt on the floor, while leaving his legs raised at a nice forty-five degree angle. I temporarily removed the gag from his mouth before asking him, “You don’t have any fear of hights do you”, as I undid only one leg strap before securing it to another pully on the wall near the elevator. “I was kind of hoping that maybe we could look at this from another angle”, I said, cranking as he cried out and his feet spread out. “Bitch if I ever get loose I swear I’m gonna fuck you up” he said as gruffly as he could from his perculiar placement about three feet above the dungeon floor. “One should never make promises that one can’t keep darling, don’t you know that’s simply rude”, I said as I came around to face him, taking particular care to carefully roll up his mask so that I could look directly into his eyes and he into mine. “You really should try to enjoy this to the best of your ability” I told him. “It is now time for the grand finally ,the cream de la cream so to speak”, I said as I adjusted the adjustable strap-on, double dildo in front of me. “Bitch I’m so gonna fuck you up” he screamed. “My sentiments exactly I said as I walked around to his awkwardly hovering ass and positioned myself between his now hovering and quivering thighs. “Your fat ass is mine bitch” he snorted as I positioned the long end of the fake dick at the puckered opening of his tight ass, spit and spoiled his virginity. “You first”, I said as agonizing screams of pain filled the large room from end to end, as she pummeled his rectum ruthlessly. The chains, rattling a ruckus, resounded off of the walls as the rasp of relentless screams seem to simply melt into the wals around the three of them. I continued to fuck him unceasingly until I felt a surge in me such as I’d never felt in my entire life. Teeth clincched, eyes rolled back, I retorted with a yell that had anyone else heard it, might very well have thought that it sounded like something from some other ungodly world. 
The following morning Richard received notice of a large pick up on the rear loading dock of the same building in the high rent district in which he had just gotten unspeakably lucky just a day or so earlier. Instead of proceeding on his regular route he was told that this large package would have to be delivered straight to the shipping yards, to begin its journey to Guam where it will be donated to migrant farmers as a part of a new cultivation experiment. Richard had no problem spotting the large crate on the rear shipping dock, the thing looked big enough to sneak a couple of fat people out of the country if you asked him. After opening his doors and backing up to the loading dock, Dick first pushed and struggled with everything in him to get the oversized crate into the back of the big brown cargo truck. Not until he’d finally gotten it far enough into the back of the truck to close the doors did he even attempt to scan the shipping ticket and then closes the big double doors to the back of the big brown truck. After a quick run to the port Dick knew for sure he’d only be at most only about forty minutes or so behind on his normal route. “Hey Mack, you realize this here box ain’t got no return address on it” the burly dock manager yelled out to dick. “Law states anything leaving the country now a days has got to have a return address label, not my rule, blame nine eleven and Obama like everything else I guess but either way I've got to put something on the manifest if I’m gonna load this here box onto that their freighter. Really not wanting to even attempt to get the massive box back into the rear of his truck, Richard walked over to the dock master and said, “what if I buy you lunch”, handing a folded twenty in his direction. “I’ll be back in twenty minutes with an address for you I swear Richard told him, until then you can just use my home address if need be”. Richard handed the dock master his own driver’s license and after scribbling down the information onto a clean manifest the dock master peeled the sticker off of the back of the slip and attached it to the large box before he ordered the crane operator to load it up. Richard then went straight back to the building. Only this time going around to the front, since he only needed to know the apartment number for the pretty woman in the end apartment on the fourteenth floor. “How can I assist you today Sir” the bell hop asked from his position behind the desk. 
“I simply need an apartment number for the young lady in the end apartment on the fourteenth floor, I picked up a piece of cargo off of the back loading dock of hers and it seems she failed to put a return address on it”, Richard said assured that it was a quite simple request. “Might be a simple request indeed sir, except for one little problem” the bellman said before pointing toward the elevators just across the lobby. “This building only goes up ten floors, county regulations and red tape, blame it on the bureaucracy too but it’s probably got something to do with the shell deposit that the building sits on. Richard had stopped hearing what he was saying a few minutes ago, as events in his mind began to spiral out of control. He actually walked over and pressed the up button and waited until the elevator came down, walked into the elevator and counted every round lighted button on its control panel before passing out. He woke up twenty minutes later in the rear of an ambulance, with an oxygen mask over his face and an attractive young paramedic telling him to just stay calm and not try to talk, he had apparently blacked out in the lobby and was now being whisked off to County General for a thorough examination; an examination that lasted until way after lunch. Richard was given the rest of the day off to recuperate. Neither the crate nor the fourteenth floor of the iconic “Splatter Towers” is ever mentioned again. 
By J. L. Allen 11282013
All Rights Reserved
Copyright 2013

“SPLATTER”
Part I  Insomnia 
Lying in my bed starring at the alarm clock I realize that I'd now been staring at it for almost two hours I had to be up by six and had seen the digital alarm on the night stand, whose angry looking red digital screen now glowed 11:30. I threw the covers off, allowing the cool night air to gently caress my skin; a gentle breeze quietly caressed my nipples, causing them to harden almost instantaneously. I knew one for sure way of tiring myself out and I raised my hand up first to gently tweak my hardened nipple, then I allowed it to slowly slide down my breast and along my belly, allowing a finger to encircle my navel briefly before all but imbedding my fingers between my now pulsating pussy lips and allowing my thumb to caress my clit. After only a few seconds of frantically caressing my clit while finger fucking myself frantically with two now soaked digits, I sank into what I felt was a deep sleep, but in my slumber I could now feel fingers caressing my flesh, breath on my inner thigh and a slight pressure on my mattress. Not wanting to wake up from this dream and not wanting to believe that it was anything other than a dream, I spread my thighs invitingly and almost instantly felt a tongue slide from my lower pussy lips all the way up to my clit, causing me to gasp before what felt like two large hands totally lifted my ass off of the bed and that tongue reamed my ass teasingly before licking its way back up to my now wide spread, pink pussy lips. This tongue seemed to delve into the deepest confines of my warm wet pussy, stroking places that my favorite toy had never been able to reach. My body shuttered spasmodically as I began to thrust my hips toward the unseen face that would have to have housed that tongue yet felt nothing. Suddenly, almost as quickly as the tongue had slid deep into me, it now began to change in form, pulsing, as it began to swell, wider and wider until it had become totally tubular, as if it had all of a sudden transformed itself into what it knew I so badly craved. The Tongue turned ram rod now began a slow, although rhythmic surge, to the very depths of my pussy and then backing out leaving just the tip in me.
I would have begged in my sleep had it not all of a sudden dropped full girth back into me and I could swear it had grown even thicker now, filling me almost to the point of discomfort. Leaving nothing to chance I thrust forward, abating my fears of this dream dick becoming a night mare, and as I did the thrust became faster and even more rhythmic, until I felt for sure that I was being worked over by a dick on a hammer drill. Getting in four strokes to my one, the dick of my desires soon had me at that point where it didn't even matter if the dick was real or not, it was here and it was fucking me into a state of sheer bliss right this moment. "I'm cuming" I screamed out in my sleep as I felt my juices building to a low rumble; But at exactly that moment The Monstrosity of a cock slid completely out of me, the friction alone causing my climactic dam to break before the hardened head began to gently batter my clitoris until for the first time, I released what I'd heard about yet never seen, a gusher of cum streamed across my bed splattering the foot board. I passed out instantly, not stirring again until the morning, where I woke to find myself lying naked on my back, informed me that I was supposed to be speaking at that day said that do to conditions beyond their control the meeting would have to be postponed until further notice. This was no doubt fine by me because I would still get paid for the visit regardless since the call came in less than 24 hrs. before I was set to appear. I hung the phone up and walked back into my bedroom, where my eyes once again and immediately locked onto that dry spot on the foot board and the wet spot on the carpet. Although I had already stepped in the dime sized puddle of whatever the sticky liquid was, I was now afraid to touch it for fear that it might be some kind of a contaminant; after all, where could it have come from? "Come From" Suddenly it hit me like a ton of bricks, and I snatched the top sheet completely off of my queen sized bed and held it up to my large fourteenth floor corner windows and sure enough; I screamed with joy and excitement. I couldn't remember my dream, but bits and pieces of it and knowing my own body and that I had forced myself to orgasm before going to sleep, I'd apparently passed out without knowing just how hard I'd cum. Giving this very little thought I first slung the sheet across the bed before slinging myself across the sheet, butt naked, spread eagle and ready to give it that good old college try to recreate whatever the hell I'd apparently missed last night. Arching my heels toward each corner of the foot board I prepared for the history making feat. Caressing my pussy lips gently at first I immediately noticed a swelling that usually only accompanied a good nights fucking and I instantly began to wonder just how brutal I had been on myself in my sleep. I never shave and often trim Madam, that's what I call her because she often demands far more respect than I do, keeping the hairs their closely trimmed unless I knew for sure that I was going to give up the pussy; then I'd shave (if given notice) two days before and then again two hours before to make sure that I'm totally bare down there. The spars hair around the lips seemed somewhat moist leaving me to wonder even harder still. Closing my eyes I caressed and folded both sets of lips between my thumb and forefinger, while nudging my clitoris into action with the ball of my palms. 
My Nudging progressively became more of an aggressive push and my moans of pleasure soon filled the room. I could fill a climax building but already knew it would do no more than leave a wide puddle under my ass cheeks. I stopped only long enough to retrieve my beaded rabbit from the top drawer and then quickly proceeded to once again pummel my pussy. With my rabbit riveting deep within the confines of this hot pussy of mine I leaned the little doohickey into my clit and almost instantly saw flashes of light as my pussy exploded with what felt like the magnitude of an atomic bomb; Big Puddle, but still no squirt. I dug feverishly into my pussy now with the rabbit, using my entire palm to push the little doohickey directly onto my clitoris, now proceeding only in making it sore and making myself and my now swollen pussy lips even more irritated. I rose up from the bed to check the size of the spot and I was actually disappointed to be right. There was a puddle there the size of my entire ass but nothing that even flew as far as mid-thigh none the less the knees. Well, seems I've got the whole day off, guess I'll just have to keep at it till I find what works 

Splatter Part III
I must have dozed off at some point because I woke to the sound of an irritating buzzing in my head, which I soon came to realize was my door bell, something I had never heard before. I threw on my large fleece pull-over and scampered to the front door, being sure to peep through the peep hole before even touching knob or lock. What I saw on the other side of the door had made my heart flutter momentarily. On the other side of the door stood a bronzed Adonis, dressed in brown a brown cap and brown shirt and I knew instantly it was a delivery guy. Forgetting momentarily that I'd been clad only in my thick comfy robe, I opened the door and smiled fully at the Delivery guy, fully dressed in brown from head to toe, I smiled sweetly as he read my last name off of the package headed with a Mrs. "That's Ms thank you" I said almost too sarcastically, causing him to gulp quickly, which caused his Adams apple to rise and drop quickly, which in turn had cause my nipples to rise and my jaw to drop.
"I didn't order anything" I said with a confused smile and he in turn replied, I'm sure it’s a gift, "I'd bet you have many admirers". Not being able to hide my blush I responded, "And seemingly at least one new one". Once I had finally torn my eyes away from his, to once again scan his toned frame and muscular legs beneath those cute brown shorts I asked as realistically as I could muster without breaking into a grin, "What if it's a bomb or some other contraption that might render me helpless or cause me harm"? "I can stay here until you open it if you'd like, that way if it's a bomb then we'll both blow up together". What a waste that would be I said as I once again gave him the once over as he handed me the box. "Can you please open it for me", I asked coyly but he informed me that he could lose his job for opening my package as it was strictly against company protocol. "Then please come in, if we do blow up I'd hate to mess up out here in the hall way, it'll be hard enough to sale this unit if we blow up in it". 

As soon as I opened the box my face flushed and I realized two things instantly; the first being that I had ordered the package one late, lonely, horny night, not so long ago and the second being that I should have just signed his damned clip board and sent him on his way. Now I found myself standing in my entry foyer with a bronzed guy, a brown box and a big vibrantly colored vibrator with swivel action, G-Spot & Clitoral Stimulator, (batteries included) and a smile. Never being one to panic I looked him straight in the eye and asked, "What can Brown do for me"? My robe fall open as if on cue and he reached back, locking the door. Without bothering to conceal my now frontal nudity I walked over to my sofa, sat and began to fumble with the package. Mr. Brown followed like a cute brown retriever, so like a loving pet owner I ordered him to sit. He squatted at my feet and I laughed at his antics. "Good Boy, now roll over". He fell onto his back on the carpeted floor and played dead. I laughed in spite of the fact that my pussy had already started to leak before the hair on his inner thigh had even become visible beneath the now raised shorts. My passions now in full flow I ripped the batteries from the now empty package and slammed them into the bottom of my new toy before saying, "Heal", to which he quickly responded by rolling onto his belly and immediately taking my freshly pedicured toes into his mouth, allowing his tongue to swirl between each toe and sucking so hard that I thought for sure that he'd suck the polish right off. "I said Heal not toe you silly mutt, I guess you'll do with some training though.

"THE SPLATTER" 
Part 4 (Continued) 
Enjoying the strange sensation of this strangers saliva way too much I quickly but cautiously slid my toes from his mouth and demanded that he behave. He sat up and whimpered sweetly and as I reached out one hand to pat the top of his head he licked my wrist and a shot like a bolt of lightning from my forearm straight to my now throbbing clitoris. She quickly scampered to her feet and demanded that he strip and follow her as I walked into my bedroom. where I sat back against the leather head board and demanded him to his knees again, but this time on the bed, "Not between my thighs, between my knees" I'd all but demanded. 
"Now let’s see what you're working with" I told him inquiringly and before I could have uttered another word he grasped both of my ankles, leaned forward and pinned my toes to the head board and his lips to my clit. I could feel my juices bubbling now and thought for sure that at any second I would fill it spill onto my tightly puckered ass and between my butt cheeks, but his skilled tongue blazed a trail from just below my rectum all the way up to my clitoris, claiming every droplet of both cunnilingul cream and sexual sweat with that truly titillating tongue of his. As he lapped feverishly at my quickly ponding pussy I looked into his eyes and asked, "Is that all you've got, and they told me that you guys delivered on time and better than my local post office". That being said he in one quick motion his feet were now planted where his knees had been only a split second before and between his thighs hung a veined shaft of man flesh that had it not had its one eye firmly aimed at her might have very well banged against his knee caps. “I told you not to move from that spot" I told him, and he made me quickly realize that he hadn't. he'd only placed his feet where his knees had been and now after leveling my calves over his shoulders, he placed both is hands on the top of my headboard and dropped the almost foot long appendage into my waiting pussy, first allowing just the head inside of my now sweltering pussy and then slowly allowing inch after inch to penetrate my palpitating pussy deeper with each and every thrust until the mammoth man meat was drilling my pussy like a Texas oil rig. As he stood above me, knees bent, hands gripping headboard ass cheeks clinching tighter with every thrust, I reached down between our two bodies and wrapped my warm fingers around his scrotum, digging in slightly with my nails until his back arched, both of our bodies convulsed and he exploded into my pussy as I exploded all over his dick and in his also brown pubic hair. He thrust a few more times before I felt him attempt to pull out, but his attempt was instantly halted by my nails once again digging into his balls and motioning them up. Because I had demanded him not to move from that spot he only arched his back forward to bring the large, pussy cream and cum soaked cock within reach of my waiting lips, where I both engulfed it and milked it complete before he started to protest that he couldn't cum again, but one well-placed nail quickly delivered into just the right area of his rectum caused him to fill my mouth with another load of the hot, sweet sticky liquid that he hadn't already poured inside me. The Delivery man let out a scream that could have easily been mistaken as someone being brutally murdered before he collapsed first to his knees and then on the bed beside her where he quickly curled into the fetal position, his breathing erratic. I reached to caress his back but he wiggled away quickly, slid off of the bed, grabbing his clothing as he made his way again toward the front entry foyer, sliding on his shirt, slipping into his shorts and retrieving his boots just inside the front door. "Are you just going to leave without even telling me your name" I asked him as I walked into the living room, now draping myself in my cotton throw over. "Richard" he said as he grabbed his clip board, tipped his hat and backed out the front door. I stopped his rapid exit by raising one finger, walked over to him and kissed him squarely on the lips and said, "Thanks Dick".

Part 5 
I’m still not sure rather it was the fact that I had seduced a package handler or the parade of good looking men going into the Church on the corner that had lead me to attend Service on Sunday morning, but the fact that I hadn’t stepped foot into a church in years lead me into the first set of doors but not the second. To my left and right were a set of stairs that lead to the upper pews of the church, which offered you a great view of the pulpit and the speaker without you actually having to deal with the people and the Ushers and the passing of the pans when collection time came around. Just as I had figured, I had the upstairs entirely to myself. I sat second row back from the balcony so that I could see only the pulpit and settled into the soft red velvety pews just in time for the choir to stand and began a volley of hymnals, the opening of Prayer Service I presumed. The music soothed me and I soon found myself lulled into an almost meditation like state as I sat reminiscing of the events the afternoon before and grew instantly moist between my thighs. Before I had even realized it, my fingers found their way beneath my top and my pantyhose and were now gently caressing my clit.  It was all soon running through my mind as clearly as if it were happening again at that exact moment, only this time I was more submissive, and he seemed to realize it instantly and took full control of the situation. From the moment I had unknowingly let him into my residence, it was like he had become a different man, snarling and groping at my innocents as he stripped me naked and ordered me to my knees in front of him where demanded that I, “Unleash the beast” as he put it.  Innocent as I was I did as ordered, unzipping his brown khaki shorts releasing a half hardened behemoth. “Suck he demanded and I fearfully did as I was told, for fear there may be repercussions. I took the head into my mouth slowly at first, rolling my tongue around the bulbous head and licking the little opening. Reaching one hand behind me he wrapped his fingers into my hair and forced my head down onto his dick so far I was sure I was feeling its mushroom like top in my chest cavity. With just a couple of thrust he and I both exploded, him with a hot spatter that coated my throat and me in a pantyhose and pew soaking orgasm so intense that I had actually screamed as I creamed in orgasmic bliss, a screamed that now echoed through a church almost completely quiet, except for a young Deacon who had been kneeling and praying at a table in front of the pulpit that said, Do This In Remembrance Of Me. The young Deacon halted his prayers briefly and like most of the congregation, allowed his eyes to follow the sound. Realizing what I had just done and not being sure what I should do now I simply shouted, “Hallelujah” and the young deacon began to pray once again. I took this opportunity to leave as stealthily as I had come in.

Part 6
                                         Destiny Awaits
No sooner had I arrived home and walked in the door had I noticed six new messages from six missed calls on my home phone. Each message was only white noise and no voices or other audible sounds could I distinguish, but there was also no call back information and no phone number, not even an area code registered on my Caller ID. I wondered for a brief moment who it might have been before my cell phone informed me that I had a text message, from a girl that I knew through work but only associated with because she hung with friends of the same girls that I call friends. I texted her back and she informed me that she had an emergency and asked if I could meet her out front of my place, I asked her when and she said that she could be there in two minutes, hell it would take me damned near that long just to get to the elevator. I told her I’d meet her downstairs in five and hung up. I grabbed my keys and walked out of my apartment and down the short hall to the elevator. Within a matter of minutes I was exiting the elevator into the lobby of my building, where I saw Destiny already awaiting me. Her shoulder length blond hair that usually hung just below her shoulders was now tied up in a tight bun at the back of her head. “What’s going on” I had to ask her sincerely because she and I weren’t friends like that for her to be coming over to my place. 
Destiny looked then around nervously before touching my elbow lightly and asking, “Is there somewhere we can talk”? “Is there something we need to talk about, you couldn’t text me from home”, I asked her seriously, trying not to raise my voice for fear of giving Alfred the doorman something to talk about on his lunch break. “Because I can’t go home” she said, as her face began to contort into what looked like pain and humiliation”. Looking closer at her neck now I see what appeared to be four small dark circles on one side of her neck and one dark circle on the other. At this point I looked around as well and pulled her back into the opening elevator with me. As the elevator door closed and I pressed the number fourteen, I can feel her gaze upon me and I turn to see her piercing green eyes staring directly into mine. “Did he hit you”, I asked her, pretending not to notice the prominent purple paw marks on her neck. “No, but he swung at me first, the fact that he missed doesn’t make the shit justifiable”. 
I agreed with her but didn’t get to tell her that I did before the elevator opened at my floor. Destiny stepped out of the elevator, looking both left and right, but being that she’d never been to my apartment, had no idea whether we were going to the left or to the right, so she waited until I turned right and then she followed in close proximity the few feet to the only door to my corner unit. I could have sworn that I had closed it when I’d run downstairs but I guess in my haste I hadn’t. Either way I’d not left the lobby. No one else had gone either in or out of the lobby or the elevator since I had. I pushed the half hinged door open and found nothing out of the ordinary, “High rent districts have their privileges” I said, “So what happened tonight” I asked her and she quickly replied, “He asked me if I would like to have a threesome with him and another girl and I told him that I had never thought about it and that I had never eaten pussy before and he said let’s do it and I said ok and then he attacked me saying see I knew you went both ways”. She burst into body racking sobs; I immediately and inadvertently reached over to comfort her, having no idea the chain of events this would set into motion.

                                                       
Almost immediately Destiny pressed her face into my neck, causing a warm tear to trickle down my neck, blazing a trail along the lineage of my cleavage. I would have protested had the feeling not caused both my nipples and my clitoris to harden simultaneously. I could now feel her warm moist lips sliding their way up the side of my neck, leaving a trail of wetness along my neck and causing a moist mess between my already trembling thighs. All I could think of now as the two of us sat close on my living room sofa, was that I had never kissed a girl and she was getting closer by the second to my lips and what was I going to do when she did finally reach my… my thoughts were trampled upon as a bubblegum fragrance flooded my nostrils just as the taste of very berry coated my breath, lips and tongue. I wanted to protest, wanted to be anywhere else, wanted to grab her ass and kiss her back, so I did.  She responded by spreading her thighs wide, exposing a net G- string that in no way hid her totally bald pussy, with its moist pouting lips.  Even though I had never touched another woman’s pussy, my hands anxiously slid under the short skirt that she wore, that was now up around her midsection, leaving her bare assed on my new suede sofa. My fingers were met by a warm wetness, that instantly turned into a hot river of pussy cream as soon as first my two fingers and then three slid into her wanting pussy, causing her to thrust her hips forward and up to meet my exploring digits. She bit my bottom lip as my pointing finger curled upwards and made contact with her G-Spot at the same time, that my thumb exerted pressure to her clit, causing her to shoot pussy juice halfway up my arm; she was turned on but I was pissed. 

Being more concerned with getting pussy juice stains on my suede sofa, than anything else, I quickly looked around to see what I could use to sop up the mess, using the only thing that I could find, her top. Grabbing her by both her ankles, I literally yanked her onto her ass on the floor, replacing her asses spot on the sofa with my own. Destiny’s ass bounced once and she sat looking confused on the floor, her eyes filled with bewilderment, searching my own to find out what she had done to upset me; but before she could raise herself from her sitting position, I used one foot to pin her to the floor and stuck the other one between her legs, which instantly brought a gasp from her sealed lips. I allowed the toes of my one foot to maintain her position on the floor while the toes of my other foot wiggled there way between her hot, moistened folds of flesh. Once she had had apparently realized that I had intended for her to stay down there she stayed put, spreading her thighs, I raised my right foot and gently caressed her sweat darkened hair with it , while raising my cum cream coated left toes to her lips. Her eyes once again rose to search my own for some possible resemblance of caring or pity, but there was none, as I first pressed my pussy soaked toes to her lips, forcing them open and then jamming all but my pinky toe between her now grotesquely spread facial lips. Destiny tried hard to please me, by both accommodating my toes lodged deep in her mouth, while sucking feverishly at her own pussy juices between my toes. I pushed my foot angrily into her now wide stretched face, and marveled as she gagged and gurgled, as I fucked her mouth with my foot until she squeezed her eyes tight and from somewhere deep inside came a squeal that signaled yet another gusher of pussy juice, one that somehow still managed to splatter the front of my new suede sofa with a large smattering of her hot sticky liquid. She screamed again around my foot as she voided her pussy on my carpet and up and down the front of my sofa and I screamed at the idea of having to look at yet another spot where someone else other than me once again has managed to spatter at my expense.    
             

                          Part 8 -   Love Hurts   
“I can’t believe this shit, you just squirted all over my carpet and my suede sofa, that shits gonna leave a mark”.  I jumped up and scurried across my living room to the pantry door facing the sofa, as soon as I’d opened it I knew I’d made a big mistake. Standing behind the bi-fold doors was a man dressed all in black, wearing a black ski mask and in his hand he held not a weapon, but a video camera. “What the hell are you doing” I shouted angrily as the hooded man stepped toward me, without saying a word, still aiming the camera at me as he steps out of my pantry and towards me. I instinctively backed away from him and just like the dumb blond in the movie I tripped over my own damned feet, or it might have been the carpet edging, but either way I ended up falling backwards onto my living room floor, my head barely missing my glass center table. Pain shot through my ass, causing me to grimace, momentarily closing my eyes against the pain. When I opened my eyes I found him standing over me with the small video camera and my first thought was to kick him in his balls and hope like hell he had some, hell he must have, he had the nerve to come into her fourteenth floor apartment unit in what she thought until now was a highly secure building in the high rent district. A momentary hesitation gave him just the time he needed to side step my right foot as it catapulted forward, but ended up catching his waist and his big leather belt instead of his nuts, much to my dismay, even more to my dismay he ended up catching my leg as well, he now held my leg by the ankle, with my foot suspended in the air, with the hand that was not holding the camera. I was helpless and Destiny was still sitting like a statuette on the floor in front of me. “What do you want” I yelled at him, “I don’t have any money or drugs”. “Shut up” he spat back from behind the mask. “The less you say the less chance anyone is gonna get hurt, do exactly as I say & who knows, maybe after this is all over, we can all still be friends.                      
                               

  Part 9   “Show & Tell”  
“Now if you ladies will allow us to introduce ourselves”, the hooded man nodded at the camera in his other hand, “This is my friend Tom, You ladies can call me Dick, and that, my sexy new friend” he said with a grin as he lowered the camera between my still clothed thighs, “And that we’re just going to call harry”, he said, now unable to refrain from laughing at his own play on words. “now what I’d like for you to do Harry, is to crawl your sweet little ass on around to this side of the table and take this excess clothing off of this one right here so that we can all get just a little bit more comfortable, if ya know what I mean”.  Destiny remained glued to her spot in the front of the sofa until the man yelled, “Move your ass”, at which point she scurried around the table, the long way, looked again sorrowfully into my eyes, and then proceeded to undress me as he’d ordered. He slowly lowered my leg, allowing her to completely relieve me of my pantyhose and after she had rolled them down over my toes she reached to place them atop my glass center table, but stopped her in her tracks when his booming voice yelled, “No, you put those on now, let’s just all see how sexy you look in them”. She hesitated momentarily and he backhanded her so hard that she rolled across the floor and balled up in a fetal position. “Stop, Please” I said to him pleadingly, “I’ll give you whatever it is you want, just please don’t hurt her”. “You damned right you’re gonna give me what the hell it is I want, you’re damned skippy about that, only thing is that you’re absolutely wrong about, is that it’s gonna hurt”. Destiny lay curled up and crying on the carpet, her hair now in a mess around her face. “If I have to ask you to put those stockings on again the coroner is gonna take em off of you missy, now get moving”. Destiny’s body slowly uncurled from her position on the floor and rose to her knees and elbows before retrieving my dampened pantyhose. “Now, I’d like to keep the difficulty level as low as possible if you all don’t mind, so I’d like your complete attention and cooperation as we play a little game of show and tell”. 

After she’d slipped into my pantyhose he told her to come over to me, which she did, then he asked me if I liked the way my stockings looked on her, I would have said just about anything to have him be done so I shook my head yes. “Then I think you should let her know how much you appreciate how good she looks them then, what do ya think” he said with a sickening drawl that almost turned my stomach. I leaned in toward Destiny and gently caressed her knee. “Aw come on ladies, that ain’t how ya’ll was doing it when ya thought wasn’t no one here but the two of ya; now once again its called show and tell, now I don’t told you what I want done, now show me you can follow directions”. I kissed her knee again, this time leaving my mouth there and allowing it to move slowly across and up her thigh. He continued to hover close, his camera sometimes only mere inches from my face. I want to see some action here ladies, you know, Lights, cameras, fucking movement”? He smacked me hard across first one ass cheek then the other. I winced and crawled in closer, my lips now so close to the shaved pussy that I had not so long ago been fucking with my toes. Now that I was down here getting my first whiff of her, in a situation where I probably should have been mortified, the same two things kept running across my mind; one, I could definitely have enjoyed this under far less strenuous circumstances and two how am I ever going to get my sofa cleaned. All of a sudden I felt fingers intertwining in my hair and I couldn’t for the life of me tell if they were a man’s or a woman’s, but either way my head was being pushed into her sweet smelling pleasure center and it had no desire not to go. I ran my tongue first along one of her inner thighs and then the other as I began to wonder if the fragrant whiffs of pussy perfume might have been my own coming from the seat of my still wet hosiery that she was now languishing in as I licked almost lovingly at her inner thigh. Hands force my face firmly into the mesh of the pantyhose just as she explodes for what I thought must have been third time today, this time all over my face. I hated him at this moment but I was loving her.  

I literally drank her in now as she continued to cum wave after wave of the sweet, hot, sticky liquid that now bubbled up through the padded center of the pantyhose. I realized that the padding had already been soaked in my own juices before she’d even put them on. Now, as her own flavor mixed with mine and seeped through to my lips, I found myself hungry for both it and her. At that exact moment he smacked my ass so hard on one side that I swear to you it stung on both sides. After he’d smacked my ass, he left his hand there, to cover the sting, but not to comfort me, he left it there so that he could shove my face deeper into the crotch of my pantie hose, which she was now wearing and that were now soaked in both of our pussy juices. Had her thighs been a little bigger I may have drowned to death. With her back against my sofa and me facedown between her thighs, he continued to push my sore ass while leaning in close with that damned video camera he was holding. It was at that exact moment that I’d rolled my entire body with as much energy as I could muster from my still position, barrel rolling right over his ankle and bringing him crashing down onto my glass center table, his head connecting sharply with the table’s metal edge. He didn’t move a muscle, but I wasn’t waiting to see how long it would be before he would. I jumped up and ran for my bedroom where I kept a metal bat under the edge of my bed just in case. Never once thinking I would ever be involved in a situation such as this one. While still in midair as I launched myself across my queen sized bead, I clearly heard Destiny scream, “Johnny, are you ok”. I hit the ground flat out and came up with my big sturdy aluminum bat cocked and ready. “You know this sick son of a bitch”, I was screaming as I literally soared out of my bedroom, the bat ready to make a love connection. She was leaning over the bastard, cradling his head in her hands when I leveled the bat across the back of her shoulders, causing a sound that reminded me of T-ball back in school as a kid. She fell limply across his upper body and I raised the bat once more, this time bringing it down just below the base of his spine. Both of them now down for the count, I retreated momentarily back into my bedroom, but I very quickly returned dragging a large black footlocker behind me. “You two motherfuckers want to play games huh, well ok bitches’ let’s play”. I made sure the front door was securely locked.
I dragged the chest across the carpet between my living room and my dining room I quickly popped the metal clasp on either end and then, using a small gold key attached to a thin gold chain around my right ankle I unlocked my treasure chest. I took the wooden pole that had been laying across the top of my amassing of goodies, stood it vertical to serve as a temporary prop for the lid and took my time removing the lotions and lubricants from the top before getting down to the goodies. I grabbed a roll of duct tape and bound first his wrist behind his back after pushing her limp form off of his. I then bound his ankles as well with more duct tape before grabbing her by both ankles and pulling her into the center of the room, where I left her face down and double bound her legs together, using more duct tape and a length of black cord I happened to have handy.  After removing a couple more carefully chosen items from my chest I stood slowly with a smile that surly would have scared hell out of any one present, had anyone been conscious at that moment. I took the post out of the chest and closed the lid softly. I walked over to his still lifeless form and kicked him sharply in the ribs while holding the post and the rest of the roll of tape in one hand and the metal baseball bat in the other. After getting no response what so ever from him I rolled him onto his stomach with is arms out to his side.  I then planted one knee and most of my weight on the back of his neck while setting the post across his shoulders, then securing his wrist to both ends of it with more duct tape. “That sacrificial look fits you well” I said, as I returned the favor and smacked him hard on the ass with the bat. A slight groan let me know that he wasn’t dead. I leaned in close behind him, my lips mere inches from his earlobe and whispered into his ear, “I sure hope you’re as good at receiving the shit as you were at pitching it out there buddy”. I rose up once again, stepped over him and walked over to a clutter of trinkets that I’d left piled on the floor near my trusty chest of toys and treasures. I now retrieved a pair of red boots with chains and straps connected and walked over to where she still lay motionless. “I sure hope these are a comfortable fit, I’d sure hate for there to be an accident and you ended up getting fucked up by accident, because I so want everything that happens to you too to be not only intentional, but calculated as hell, as well like you wouldn’t believe”.  
After removing the ties that had bound her, I first slid my pantie hose off of her, adding, “Oh yeah, I’ll take these back now too, probably the first and definitely the last time a pair of thirty dollar hose are going to be gracing your slimy ass.  I slipped the red boots quickly onto her, zipping them all the way up her calves and then connecting the chains and straps. By the time I’d completed all of the aforementioned, I grabbed her by the straps now connecting the boots at the ankles, drug her into the master bedroom, then into the closet where I left her lying alone and motionless on the floor while I returned to retrieve her so called partner in crime. I walked back into my living room, grabbed him by his ankles and drag him over to the bedroom door, where and when I realize that as a sacrificial lad he might not fit, but as a woman scorned I truly didn’t give a fuck at this point. I pulled until his head and one arm were jammed against one side of the door and his face against the other. I stepped on him to get across into the other room, being careful to step directly onto his nuts and into his muscle less beer belly. Once I’d crossed back into the other room I reached behind him, grabbing the post that I had so unceremoniously strapped him too and lifted it just enough for it to now clear the door frame and then dropped it again. The shift caused his head to bang hard against the door frame, to which I replied, “I bet you that’s gonna leave a mark”. I reached down and grasped his heels again and drug him to the closet entrance. “ I told my dear daddy when he was still alive that I needed more closet space and he promised me I’d have it someday” I said as I left him and once again returned to where she lay now moaning softly in the closet. I reached down and grabbed a hook that was connected to the strap that now attached the boots that she wore and with one swift yank hung her by her heels on the hanger rack. “Daddy never once lied to me” I said as I pushed the back wall, which quietly slid back revealing a dimly lit but good sized freight elevator. “Going Down” I laughed wickedly. 

After sliding her to the end of the clothing rack I connected a chain to the clamp before releasing it. With the touch of a button she was pulled by a wench and pulley in the top of the freight elevator, out of my closet and into the padded metal box where she now hung like a side of pork. That now being done, I then transferred him into the elevator as well using the same technique, before finally stepping back into my actual closet pulling the door closed behind me.  I slipped into a pair of faded jeans, a tee-shirt and some old Keds that I kept on a shelf in the top of my closet and returned to the living room to clean up the glass and mess from my now very broken center table. I retrieved first the trash can from the kitchen, into which I tossed the larger pieces of glass. I then swept what I could into the dustpan with the broom before exchanging the duo for my handy stick vacuum.  As I started the vacuum a wave of dizziness swept over me, causing me to halt temporarily. “Shit, how bad is this day going to get”, I asked myself as I tried to carefully finish vacuuming up the shards and tiny fragments of glass out of my carpet. It wasn’t until I had finished vacuuming and placed the now useless metal frame in the coat closet near my front door and everything was back to some resemblance of normalcy, did I return to the bedroom, walked into the closet, pushed the back wall open as if it were the most normal thing in the world to do, and steppped into the elevator. “As I was saying earlier, I told my dear daddy when he was still alive that I needed more closet space and he promised me I’d have it someday, as I said, my daddy never lied to me, you see he bought the building when I was still very young, with the money that he made running numbers and illegal gambling parlors” The elevator stopped one floor down, granting her access to a nine thousand foot of living space which she had playfully and rightfully so knick named, “The Dungeon”. “Superstition has it that its unlucky to live on the thirteenth floor, in fact, the elevator even goes straight from twelve to fourteen, so in reality, we’re actually in limbo” she said as she pointed at a neon sign hung haphazardly from the ceiling just outside the entrance of the elevator, a sign that read, “You Are Now In Limbo” ,    A larger neon sign on the wall just behind it glowed brightly, with a message that was, if nothing, else Self Explanatory; “Sinners Welcome”.
While doing my brief cleaning I had made sure to put any remaining toys or sexual devices back into my Fantasy chest and slid the chest back into my closet, where it now once again sat up right in the corner facing the door. Downstairs I pondered the events of my evening with the misfits. After making sure he was properly secured I took the same precautions with her. I walked over to the satellite bar and retrieved three shot glasses, poured each full to the rim with some of my best Mexican tequila and I asked as calmly as I could muster, as I lay a shot before her, bound on the floor and one for him, stick bound next to her.                                                                                                                 “Ok, Now; here is how this is going to work, the first one of you to tell me who’s idea this whole thing was and what  the hell you two had hoped to accomplish will be set free first. One of you Dipshits has to be either dumb enough or loyal enough to take the rap in case shit hit the fan, that’s just how it goes, apparently you two didn’t think this thing through thoroughly enough huh, now which one of you is the fuck up?” Retrieving the black leather and lace gloves, I very carefully slid them on, being careful to avoid the talon like fingertips. I walked over to where she lay face down on the floor and poured about a third of the shot into the small of her back where it pooled and shivered as if there were electric coils just below its liquid surface. She whimpered softly but said nothing. Starting at the back of her neck I allowed one finger to slowly trace its way along her spine, trickles of red followed the trail of my finger into the splattering of tequila. The burn is instantaneous; her back arched tragically and she let out a blood curdling scream that seemed to reverberate in the hardened concrete walls of the structure itself.  “I knew you still had a voice”, I said to her as I now ran one of my talon covered fingers sideways up her back, pulling the powerful and very potent liquid into the punctures left their previously. “Scream again you Bitch, scream bloody murder and you just might get your wish”, I said as she bellowed out another blood curdling cry for help. “Leave her alone you Bitch, It was my idea, I wanted to fuck you and I told her to get me in, she had no idea what I was going to do to you”, he yelled. “Just as you have No idea what I’m going to do to you right”, I asked him as I cut him free of the pole. “But to make this both fare and fun, I’ll give you three guesses”.      
Atop my sheets, with my bed spread in a crumpled mess at my feet. I felt unusually refreshed, yet rightfully rejuvenated as I lay there trying in vain to remember the dream I'd had the night before but couldn't. Looking at my alarm clock I realized that I'd actually woken up half an hour earlier than I had set my clock to go off. "Good, I'll have some extra time to pick out my outfit this morning". It was then that I got up and walked around the bed, my toes luxuriating in the plush carpet until I reached the foot of the bed and felt something wet between my toes. 
I quickly stepped back to see what looked like a dime sized puddle of a creamy substance just below the footboard of my bed. I looked up, almost expecting to see a spot in the ceiling but there was nothing there. I then looked at the inner side of my foot board to find that the gooey liquid had originated from a spatter on that very footboard; my mind raced, was I dreaming? Yes I slept with my windows open, but my apartment was a fourteenth floor corner unit.
I examined the spot until the phone started to ring and just as quickly forgot all about it when an automated message from the school 
Placing the pole through the bend of both her elbows and along her shoulder blade, I used it to lift her from her place on the floor near the wall and drag her over to the bed where I slung her face first onto the queen-size bed. I then attached the restraints on her wrist to the small clips at each end of the pole. “I want you to be as cum-for-table as is humanly possible given your situation”, I told her, while I carefully remove the talon tipped glove. I leaned in close now with one cupped hand, my face almost touching her ass cheek. Standing between her legs at the foot of the bed, I spread her legs wide before I lean in close, blowing warm breath across a tightly puckered rectum.    I Inhaled deeply, not to smell her ass, but to get a good breath for a great big snot loogie that I then blew directly into the crack of her ass.  “Sorry, but times, like your little ass hole here, are kind of tight, so this my dear is the best I can do for lubricant, that’s so got to suck on your part”. I said as I quickly and empathetically shoved my finger vibrator to the hilt into her tight rectum. She bucked wildly until I pulled back on the center of the pole, now bridled now like a shaved mule. She now lay here, spread helplessly before me.  “I want to introduce you to a very close friend of mine, we’re close but we don’t like to share” I said as I inhaled deeply again, preparing one more good wad of spit. “Now smile wide and give us a great big old hello”, I said as I slid the thick pink vibrator with the two new D batteries as deep into her snatch as I could on the first plunge.  Her hands struggled violently against the multi colored bed spread as I kept a stern grip on the post.  Just when she seemed to have gotten used to the pressure of her dual impellers, I eased pressure on the post with one hand, long enough to set both devices to full blast. This time she didn’t even scream, but her body shuttered violently beneath me before going completely limp. Letting go of the stick completely no and grabbing the hind end of the pink vibrator in both hands, I began to quickly jam it deeper into her now swollen vagina, first left then right, then up then down, but harder with each go round, I could feel her coming to life beneath me it seemed, her ass seemed to be bouncing back and begging for more. I shoved my first finger into the rectal vibrator and wiggled it until I could feel a warm wetness run down my leg. “I don’t know if you got anything out of that, but I tell you I sure as hell did”. No response    
I looked over my shoulder to find him staring at me. A deep hatred for me now filled his bloodshot eyes. “Look at you, see, now you’re totally disgusted by me; and to think you’d come here intending to have your way with me, well I don’t want you to feel left out buddy, your ass is next, literally”.  With his feet still bound at the ankles and his hands still bound at the wrist, I pressed the small button on the hoist once again, raising him, as he complained boystiorously until I placed a large ball gag firmly between his teeth. I used a caribeaner to connect his wrist straps to an eye bolt on the floor, while leaving his legs raised at a nice forty-five degree angle. I temporarily removed the gag from his mouth before asking him, “You don’t have any fear of hights do you”, as I undid only one leg strap before securing it to another pully on the wall near the elevator. “I was kind of hoping that maybe we could look at this from another angle”, I said, cranking as he cried out and his feet spread out. “Bitch if I ever get loose I swear I’m gonna fuck you up” he said as gruffly as he could from his perculiar placement about  three feet above the dungeon floor. “One should never make promises that one can’t keep darling, don’t you know that’s simply rude”, I said as I came around to face him, taking particular care to carefully roll up his mask so that I could look directly into his eyes and he into mine. “You really should try to enjoy this to the best of your ability” I told him. “It is now time for the grand finally ,the cream de la cream so to speak”, I said as I adjusted the adjustable strap-on, double dildo in front of me. “Bitch I’m so gonna fuck you up” he screamed. “My sentiments exactly I said as I walked around to his awkwardly hovering
 

11/22/2014 12:14:37 PM

 There had long been talk of the possibility of a giant solar flare interrupting or even destroying our power grid, either in part or as a whole. With the millions of digitally connected people in the United States and Canada alone, the effects of a major power outage in one major city for a 72 hour period would mean utter chaos. A catastrophic loss of power to an entire nation would signal nothing less than complete and utter devastation. The Federal Government could not even declare Marshall Law without power to communicate.  Of course radios could work for a while by battery, but the radio stations all required electricity to transmit. Likewise, use of cell phones, the now ever so elusive pay phone; even 911 and all emergency services, such as hospitals, hospice, police, fire and rescue, including everything from Day Care to Senior Care required an electrical current.

 

                                               Friday December 19, 2015                                                                                                                  

                                                         Last Day of School


Kids had waited all year for this day. It was the last day of the school year and only six days until Christmas. Had text messages been visible, they might have seemed like giant spider web that crisscrossed the nation. It was 3:30 PM and the last school bell had rung. The last bus was now loading and the excitement of the winter holiday season echoed through big yellow buses all along the east coast of the United States. Salvation Army bell ringers stood outside of major chain and department stores, ringing their bells and extending their buckets, trying to squeeze that last little bit of holiday spirit out of any and all comers. As the Mall’s food court filled with foolery, traffic on the highways began to jam up on the expressways causing what had been so wrongfully named, “Rush Hour.” Concerned Moms texted their unruly teens to find out if they had made it home and if they were alone. Lying spouses text their significant others to remind them of that great lie that they were pretty sure that they had made them aware of before now, but as always what they say never seems important. Then there were the teen heart throbs down the block, trying to make some Christmas memories of their own down in the

At 3:41 PM the power went out in MBTA subways all over Boston. New York City, New Jersey and Philadelphia Pennsylvania follow simultaneously. There had been frequent short power outages in all of the subway lines, leaving riders stranded, sometimes for as much as an hour, on the hottest summer day or the coldest winter night. It was considered only a minor inconvenience, were one to contemplate the alternate; buying a vehicle, financing it most likely, then having to pay annually for gas, insurance, tolls and parking. In some of the major cities, parking alone could run you an easy hundred dollars a month. So usually when the train stopped, someone would flip the earphones on their radio and people would literally have lights out parties on the trains, using their cell phones to illuminate the darkness. This time however was different.

This time the dark seemed darker than it ever had before.  The reason for that would be the fact that the red lights that illuminated the tunnels every twenty yards or so were now also as dark as death. The same thing was happening in each of the subways all along the coast. Thousands of people simultaneously flipped out cell phones. The groan seemed to have reverberated through the tunnels from Philadelphia clear to Boston when not one single phone illuminated. One by one people realized that the only available light source could be found in their cigarette lighters. One by one they came to realize this. One by one the subway cars inside of the MBTA in Boston exploded in a searing fire ball that  quickly traveled from one end of the tube to the other, blowing hot steel grates high into the air, leaving them to fall where ever fate might leave them to come crashing down.  In New York’s lower Manhattan the stoppage meant instant mass panic. A brief flicker of a Bic lighter briefly showed the anguish of a passenger’s face, as she felt herself being assaulted by not just one but several hands in the darkness.  Above ground was no better, There was no radio communication and no traffic lights, which had made all of the great Metropolises along the east coast, that had already been utterly chaotic to navigate, now became giant dead cross roads of frustration, as one vehicle after the next became a part of a massive pile up. No emergency alerts were ever sounded. Elevators in hi-rises everywhere left people stuck between floors in total darkness until, as if on key, they each came crashing down to the ground, most exploding on impact.  Aircraft that had been taxiing at airports now sat still all along the runways, as there was no way of communicating with the ATC towers and runway lights were no longer operational. One pilot who had just flown from Dallas to Denver in a 777 that was now on literally flying on fumes, decided after many failed attempts to get any kind of power at all from his radio, that he had no choice but to attempt to land the jumbo jet at Dulles International Airport in Virginia. Being that it was now only 4:13 PM and his view east shown that it was already dusk on the coast he would have to depend on his landing lights to illuminate the runway. What the experienced pilot had not expected was there to be a multitude of jumbo jets that now stopped along the outer edges of the long runway. The pilot and co-pilot manipulated the large aircraft well down from the soaring heights and onto the runway flawlessly. What neither of them had expected was for a much small Leer jet to cross their path less than a hundred yards down the runway. The resulting crash barely even slowed the massive airliner. What it did do however was cripple the plane’s steering. It also took out the craft’s landing lights before it crumpled like a small toy under the weight of the much larger craft, before exploding into a fireball of hot gasses. The passengers in the Leer died instantly. All four hundred and thirty one weary passengers on the larger craft and its eighteen person crew, died when the airship continued nose first into the terminal, exploding on impact. This was only the first hour of the first day without power.

 

This same scenario played out time after time, city after city from Main to Manitoba, Toronto to South Texas, as the entirety of the North American continent quickly went black before erupting in an eerie glow from explosions taking place father than the eye could see or than minds could even comprehend. Gas stations and truck stop fuel depots, Mc Donald’s, Blimpie’s, burger and chicken joints, drive through liquor stores, cafes and buffets were all closed. Prison cell doors and gates, usually securely locked, were all now open. ATM machines as well as gas pumps had all run on electricity. Many people found themselves stranded on the highway in the dead of winter. Desperate times force desperate measures, which caused desperate men to attempt to cut into gas pipelines that ran along routes 11/15 in Central Pa. The explosion that followed lit up almost a quarter of the Appalachian Trail, killing thousands in the low lying mountain region. Those not killed by the explosions of miles of fuel and oil pipelines, were left to deal with the overheating of the nuclear generators at the Three Mile Island Nuclear Power Plant, just south of Harrisburg, PA’s capital city. The usually shallow waters of the Susquehanna River had already begun to overflow its banks, washing radioactive contaminates downstream into Maryland Baltimore, Annapolis, DC where it then joined the warmer waters of the Atlantic by way of the Chesapeake and the Potomac Rivers.

By day break of the third morning, people for miles around crowded the tributaries with any container they could find, with hopes of acquiring water.  Everything from small coolers, canteens and water bottles, to large gas and kerosene cans were being submerged into the rivers continuously throughout the day. The Blue Plains Water Treatment Center along the eastern edge of the Potomac River between DC and P. G. County Maryland, first backed up and then overflowed into the already seriously polluted sanctuaries and tributaries that Southern Maryland were so acclaimed for.  

As some came to the rivers to acquire clean water, others were dumping their now full, five gallon potty buckets into the river system. Others still sought out the waterways for fish, crab and even eel, now very highly sought after staple. Even large quantities of seagull are now being captured and consumed now that super market poultry is considered passé. By the end of the third day, a can opener could be traded for ammunition and Sterno could start an inferno. Convicts converged on the few guards that had dared to maintain their post, quickly over taking them and taking the keys to any and all vehicles outside. They left by way of packed cars and crowded, corrections busses, many tasting freedom for the first time in decades, none had a valid driver’s license. It was a rule of the State Prison System, for the last driver returning each vehicle to fill the fuel tank of that vehicle at the garage before turning in the keys, so each vehicle that had left the compound was figured to be good for at least a couple hundred miles, in whatever direction they decided to go.

 

 

 

 

Department of detention vehicles scattered hither and yawn, not knowing or caring where the road ahead might lead, only that it would lead them far away from the prison. They too had not realized that roads would be impassable within an hour of the last flicker of electricity. All of this took place only days before what had been forecasted for days as a major Polar Vortex, moved in from Alaska and the Canadian northwest. Now on top of the loss of power throughout the eastern half of the U.S., now came a temperature drop of more than forty degrees in a twenty-four hour period. Some residences had been accidentally set on fire by people desperate to get warm; others were burned to the ground intentionally. Still others started barbecue grills inside of their homes to stay warm and were over taken by the fumes. Some slept in running cars in their garages and died of carbon monoxide poisoning; some by accident, many others thought to be on purpose, simply to escape the situation. Entire families were found dead at home by looters looking for canned food and anything that would burn due to a shortage of firewood. Human bodies lay frozen in homes, apartments, town homes, trailers, even in the streets. Vehicles became coffins for others. Huge mobile homes, packed with supplies and families soon became targets for those willing to rob from the once more fortunate to give to those now more willing to take. One luxury mobile home had been taken at gun point six times in one day, before it too had run out of fuel and had become immobile. The then owners were quickly shot by looters who thought that they might be able to loot the behemoth for their own gain. This was taking place not only on this highway, but on highways and low roads across the country. The breakdown of human evolution had already become quite ubiquitous, with many people already submitting to barbarianism, as others who had already been considered barbarians sank to levels of depravities like cannibalism to survive. At first body parts of the frozen dead began to disappear in the night, soon entire bodies vanished before sun up. The sickening smell of sewage and soot sank into everything. Death and decay disoriented those that remained. Cholera and dysentery infected thousands as more and more people drank from the now polluted springs, creeks and tributaries. This was only the third day after the loss of power. Hundreds of thousands were already dead; thousands more were sick and feared dying, while hundreds prayed that death would take them before their situation got any worse.

 

 

 

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Dark Day 4


Sounds often seemed amplified by a fresh snow pack; this cold December morning was hardly different. Except for the occasional sound of a saw or an ax, the early morning sunrise was only met by gunfire or another horrific scream. Hogs left to forage on their own, had taken to scavenging the corpse of deceased and dying people by night. Many of those same hogs were then slaughtered and butchered before noon. Several hunters in the woods eyed the same dear; it was not even a buck, but young doe that would have been illegal to shoot under normal circumstances. But due to the situation, several took aim and fired, all climbed the hill to retrieve the small, dead animal. The gun battle that ensued left all of them either dead or too badly injured to climb back down off of the hill so . . . on that hill they were all eaten by feral hogs.  Pregnant wives back at home with several small kids and one in the oven waited in vain for the men to return with both meat and heat. The men never came; only feral hogs answered the cries of the hungry that day. They in turn were shot, killed, butchered and eaten.  The circle of life continued. Drug dealers that had stacked paper for years, from the pockets of pain and misfortune of others, now found themselves with lots of money and no customers. There were no tuff guys protecting him from his so called customers. No one saw him shoot holes through the walls of his massive compound every time he thought he’d heard a sound. Fearing that he needed to calm down and wait for the inevitable rescue, the disheveled dealer decided to break a cardinal rule and got high on his own supply. After crushing a small rock of cocaine between his meticulously manicured fingers, the dealer then rolled the crumbled substance into a marijuana joint, struck a match and inhaled deeply. The first hit let him know exactly why he had acquired so many customers. The ringing in his ears seemed to emanate from somewhere deep in his own consciousness. The second hit told him that there would no doubt be a fourth, fifth and sixth. Within a matter of hours he was peeping through the blinds and pulling lint balls off of the bed spread and rice from beneath the dinner table for another hit. He had actually lit a maggot at one point, in hopes that it would give him that ringing in his ears that he had already come to love and respect.    

 By the time night fell, he lit the curtains on fire, in fear of being alone in the darkness. The glow of the ensuing fire had temporarily eased his now drug addled mind. The added light helped him to better see drugs that he’d missed in the shadows. Filling his pipe one final time in the sound proof and sealed room, he leaned in toward the burning curtains and filled his lungs with the toxic combination of drugs and burning plastic. His lungs and the windows of his mansion’s tower hideout exploded simultaneously. The fire crackled fiercely as it burned its way first into his faux fur coat, before searing into his oily flesh. Slowly at first, the fire drew people out of the shadows of dark tenements and apartment building halls, seeking warmth. The smell of meat cooking drew drools from heavy, hungry hoards, not accustomed to not eating. As fire consumed the rear of the mansion, desperate derelicts poked at the charred thighs and arms of the one timed drug dealer, to see if he were still alive, but to hopefully separate the burned, meaty pieces from the mid body at the joints. No one wanted to touch the head, or the center body for that matter. Deep inside they knew that those parts, the parts that held the brains and the guts, were probably not only toxic, but extremely barbaric as well. It was the end of the fourth day of darkness.


Tuesday, December 23, 2015

Dark Day 5


Looters scavenged through the hull of what had been the Super Wal-Mart before the lights went out. Now it was just a massive shell of vandalized boxes amongst a multitude of useless items, scattered here and there by those only searching for useable food items. The majority of the electronics had still been looted, though they are to be of absolutely no use, even with the stolen copper top batteries. The massive concrete complex had basically become a giant fireplace in the garden department, as people piled there anything and everything that they thought would burn, setting it on fire for warmth. Canned goods became trade commodities and paper money became little more than match kindling. There was no chain of command, no F.E.M.A., National Guard, Red Cross or Salvation Army coming to assist the needy with warm blankets, plates of food, or hope for tomorrow. By now most of the small children and almost all of the remaining elderly were suffering from dysentery, a disease of the lower intestine, caused by infection with bacteria, protozoans or parasites and marked by severe diarrhea, inflammation, and the passage of blood and mucus.  Mother’s with little hope, clung to their little ones for heat; not necessarily to share her own but to take some of theirs at this point. As options changed so did the rules. Opossum was like prime rib, raccoon was like a rack of ribs, even roaches seem reluctant to show themselves for fear of being feasted upon. Rodents of all kind quickly became dual purpose. Hydes were stripped and tied directly to clothing, the blood quickly soaking into the cloth. All of this in hopes of getting warm, while at the same time sabotaging themselves into a quick state of hypothermia. The meat was pierced with a stick and held over what ever happened to be still burning at the time.  Snow did provide an abundant water source. It was gathered in the same buckets that had been used as toilets. The snow was packed into dirty buckets, with cold, dirty hands, and then politely distributed it amongst the remaining few. Drinking water was heated in dirty containers before being consumed. X-Military, paramilitary, and mountain men alike faired far better than the city slickers whose entire lives had revolved around their I-Phones. There had been no systems put into place, no chain of command, no hierarchy. It was only the fifth day. Little had been discussed, much had changed, and nothing would be as it was.  As the sun began to set in the west, uneasiness shrouded the masses, as they prepare to bring combustibles and protective covering to their set place of refuge. As they made preparation for the night ahead, the sounds off in the distance seemed more horrifying to parent’s than anything that might have been under their kid’s beds. As dusk set in, the rush was on to gather up the last few pieces of flammable before ducking into a dwelling and sealing themselves in until the next rising of the sun.  Many would survive until the morning; many others would become victims, statistics, and even prey. The fires were lit, the doors and windows were fortified and the night was setting in. Darkness once again ruled the night. Man once more huddled in corners in front of fires, like their primitive brothers long before. Every noise from the outside seemed an obvious threat; every scream, the sign of a life being suddenly and severely altered. Children cried of hunger, women cried of grief, men cried of torment, but they all cried. It was only Tuesday, the day before what had been lightheartedly referred to as hump day. Now huddled in darkness that seemed to knock back even the largest of fires, people squatted and wondered, and cried; for no one knew what tomorrow would bring. Everyone had hopes, but no one had a clue of the devastation and debauchery yet to take place.  
        

PART IV   Wednesday, December 24, 2015 ~ Dark Day 6     
                                                                       
People living in South Florida never worried about snow during the winter months. During the few cold days that their temperature did drop below forty degrees, the homeless would be scooped up off of the streets, from beneath bridges and off of beaches and given a warm place to sleep; as should have been done long before the cold. This winter however was different. The Polar Vortex had not brought snow to South Florida, but the loss of the grid had also meant the loss off public and emergency services. There was no emergency access channel; in fact, the nation’s whole 911 system was now offline, for good.  Because predators predated what had been modern man, only predators now roamed Florida streets. The constant sounds of carnage reverberated through the once car crowded corridors of A1A as large picture windows either exploded or imploded under the pressure of whatever heavy object was just  catapulted through it. Looters raid restaurants, grocery stores, fast food, convenient and beverage stores unmercifully. Cases and kegs of beer, a little warmer than what would normally be considered room temperature, we’re carried out through broken doors and windows all along the beach fronts.   For the first few days, and for those used to living on little, it was a constant drunken party. There was water everywhere, so no one really worried about dying of thirst or freezing to death. There were many edible things in the tropics; many different types of vegetation as well as many different types of meat.  Living on a peninsula, no one gave much thought to the idea of dying of thirst.  At dusk the part was suddenly interrupted by a low buzz. People quickly stopped to listen, in hopes that it was the sound of the electricity coming back on. The buzz soon became a loud hum as dusk creped over the mainland.  The hum became a vibration that seemed to shake even the sounds of the waves breaking on the beach.  Off in the not too distant west side of the county, in the Florida Everglades, trillions of blood sucking, as well as malaria laden mosquitos form a vast, hovering cloud, that seemed to stretch  from Tamiami Trail in South Miami, north to Lake Okeechobee in the center of the sunshine state. The dark cloud moved toward the cities like the threat of a fierce rain storm. What rained down instead was not the sting of hard rain, but the sting of wave after wave of tiger mosquitos, in clouds so thick they filled mouths and nostrils as they were sucked in by people hyperventilating while sucking in the same prodigious pest that had until recently been resigned to dining on the blood of the feral pigs roaming the everglades. Tens were suffocated, hundreds trampled, thousands were infected, hundreds of thousands were now doomed to die. There would be no place dark enough to escape the pesky, stinging insect before the distant dawn arrived. Not one person thought about their televisions or their video games or even their beloved cellphones that night. Some of the smallest creatures known to man now seemed to rule the night.  But this was only the beginning, as the massive cloud of mosquitoes soon grew in size by all most triple, as the southern brown bat, that thrive on mosquito and other small flying insects in the night sky, converged on the stinging storm troopers to indulge in a massive winged buffet. The bats were also known to be quite fond of blood as well. They were said to be able to smell a scar on an injured cattle from miles away. These leather winged vampires soon diverted their taste for mosquitoes to the scent of blood. As people scratched and slapped and caused the mosquitoes to explode on their skin, the bats swarm in, sinking their razor thin proboscis deep into the skin of their victims. By daybreak, no one had been unaffected or remained uninfected.  The bats were known carriers of rabies and by daybreak most everyone that had come into contact with the dual swarming cloud was either infected with malaria, or rabies or both. No one knew what tomorrow would bring; at this point no one even knew that it was Christmas Eve. 

 

 

  Wednesday, December 24, 2015 ~ Dark Day 6              


T’was The Night Before Christmas
and across the U.S.

People were forced into a state of unrest

No one thought of shopping for presents for kids

We’re now without power, we’ve lost the whole grid

We’ve lost our computers, TVs and cellphones

Our A/C and heat, all the pleasures of home

The gold we’ve amassed worth less than chrome

Because chrome can be used to help secure home

Dressed in animal pelts, disheveled, dirty and cold

Feeling sick from starvation, looking unkempt, old

Then from outside the domain their came a loud noise

They sit still in the dark with their wives and their boys

Each sound from outside seems to be a threat looming

Even the sound of rats scampering seem to be booming

You never once considered, since the day of your birth

That you’d be so uncomfortable, right here on earth

Now six days with little sleep, you are about to crack

But the grid is decimated and it’s not coming back

They’ve already converted back to animal so to speak

But it’s just the beginning; it’s only been one week

That which helped us live so well, will now let us fall

Now fade away, wash away, DIE AWAY ALL

                                                                                  J. L. Allen

 

 

 

 

Thursday, December 25, 2015 ~ Dark Day 7              


As soon as the power had gone out in Florida, many of the drawbridges were locked in the up position, trapping everyone on the eastern shores of the beaches from Ft Lauderdale in the south, as far north as Titusville, east of Orlando. After a night of giant swarms of infected mosquitoes and infected bats, the dead and dying lined the beaches. The living gathered at the ocean edge for access to what they had considered clean water. The dead were tossed into the Intracoastal waterways right across the street. By night the giant nutria, a large, herbivorous, semiaquatic rodent often referred to as a giant river rat, originally native to subtropical and temperate South America, but was introduced to North America, Europe, Asia, and Africa, primarily by fur ranchers,  cleared away the human remains before sunrise.    As the amount of sick people rose along the 180 miles of what had now become its own private island off of the coast of Florida, the number of dead rose as well; so did the number of nutria, who’s only mission in life was to consume and copulate. The Nutria provided a cleanup source by night and a food source by day. The same animals left to the task of human body disposal, also quickly became their #1 food source. Men captured the nutria with large ropes, skinned them for their hides and gutted them for bait for fishing. The women washed, cut and boiled the meat, sharing it’s bounty of meat with all who would partake. No one gave it much thought that just a few hours ago these same large vermin were consuming the bodies of the deceased and the diseased.   Now with bellies full, they settled in for another uncomfortable evening of God knows what.  People were now rubbing themselves down in whatever chemicals they could find in the now long abandoned beach front shops. Anything from sunblock to suntan oil, aloe Vera to cocoa butter to vegetable or canola oil was used that evening to try to ward off the next wave of mosquitoes.  Nutria, being well known for their ability to clear vegetation, were apparently driven into a frenzy by the strong smell of vegetable oil and converged on the beaches in numbers never even imagined. The nutria converged on the city like a rolling tide, devouring anything that could not get completely out of their way.  Babies were ripped from their eaten mother’s arms as both were devoured totally. Those who could still scamper scrambled into the Atlantic Ocean in droves, in hopes of avoiding the gnashing and gnawing nutria. But the lack of light along the beaches at night and the smell of death and decay along the warm water’s edge had caused many species of sharks to be lured closer to the coast line than usual. Sparkling blue waters of the Atlantic soon ran crimson red as those scampering into the ocean to escape the nutria, literally dive head first into the mouths of sharks. The reverse seafood feast lasted deep into the day. Many died never even realizing that it was Christmas Day. Still many managed to escape, their bodies now stricken with cholera, malaria, some even rabies.  In a desperate attempt to find food on the inlet and out in the ocean when all hopes of finding food on land seemed lost, people living inland grabbed boats and took to the water, even tying boats sided to side to create bridges to once again connect them to the beaches and oceans that Florida is famous for.

What they had expected was to gain access to the ocean and to the opportunity to access more food. What they had not expected was that they’d now built a bridge for the infectious and the infected to reach the inland counties of south and central Florida. What they also had not expected was that more than thirty percent of them would be infected by sunset, another forty percent would be dead before morning and that this was merely the beginning of the end.  As dusk set in once again, it was not met with the lighting of holiday candles but with the screams of those doomed to suffer through yet another night.


Encephalitis, cholera, dysentery, even rabies ran rampant across the southern states, from south Florida, to South Padre Island Texas , where the almost exact same scenario had played out  from Brownsville’s Port Isabell  in southeast Texas, north along the South Padre Islands, all the way to East Matagorda Bay.  The same scenario had played out on the out islands of Texas that had taken place along those eastern islands of Texas. Once the power went out, the bridges locked in whatever position they were in, and most happened to be opened at that moment.  Mosquito and tick born encephalitis ran rampant in this area, after people coming into contact with infested mosquitos and infected waters became overcome by the sickness. Inflammation of the brain first caused their brains to swell, and then caused their own immune system to attack their brain. Some became infected through mosquito bites, others by tick bite, still others by eating the meat of an animal bitten and infected by a tic or mosquito carrying the virus.  Without medical intervention they would all suffer a debilitating and painful death within a month or so. Major Gulf based cities like Brownsville, Corpus Christi and Houston had been first ransacked by day and then requited at night, as people fought the evildoers that now spread lawlessness in the streets during the day. At night husbands, fathers and dads stood a vigilant watch, so that at least their women, sons, daughters and grand kids could get a break from the madness. Many might well have been considered heroes, had there been a press to speak of their valiant deeds.


Cameron Prairie National Wildlife Refuge sat nestled between Lake Charles Louisiana and the Gulf of Mexico. It is bordered on the west by Sabine National Wildlife Refuge, where Louisiana’s southernmost border met Texas. This usually tranquil area was a haven for many migratory and native species of birds and countless other exotic species of animals, the indigenous, as well as those not native to the area. Inside these sanctuaries, everything from crawfish and wart hogs to gators and brown bears were kept safe from poachers and over encroachment. They in turn were kept contained by systems of structures and waterfalls and electrical fences that now no longer served a purpose or caused an affect.  Warthogs root through guard shacks, porcupines prowl full trash cans in now empty pavilions, brown bear browse brooks and streams outside of the main entrance, looking for their usually hand delivered meal  of fish. Massive Banana Spiders and other multi eyed arachnids, including the very venomous brown recluse, navigated as normal in the underbrush, waiting to pierce any victim close enough to become its prey.  There were large rattlers that scared you away from the underbrush and even larger water moccasins that dared you to come near the water. All of these were dwarfed by the giant constrictors that had so often been photographed fighting with ferocious American alligators, and quite often winning. Back in their native country, these large slithering imports had been known to consume small elephant whole.  A body, lying in small dirt clearing near the river’s edge, seemed to reanimate, as a battle between land crabs and lamprey took place just below the surface of the skin. This gruesome grappling of flesh would continue to play out until one of the many large alligators in the area found and consumed the carcass. Now with the appreciation of the taste of human incrusted with crab, the giant reptiles actually set out to find more people meat.  Seemingly just as the gators had arrived at this conclusion, the humans had arrived at the water’s edge for nourishment and to cool their hot, tired feet.  Gator tail had been sought out as a delicacy of the southern states, its people and culture since before the original settlers, the real American Indians hunted these lands.  For decades they had prayed that one day the great land would reclaim its own, it seemed that grate day of reckoning had come as gators now feast on people fingers.

 

 

December 27th. 1 Week and 2 Days of Darkness.

Highways through the Midwestern United States looked like no more than scratches on a distant planet. Snow had now covered the Interstate where it was freezing cold, desert sand where it was blazing hot.  Interstate commerce had failed to exist. Even the nation’s rail system is now just another failed system.  Those with boats and nautical expertise put their vessels on the high seas. Those with weapons and the heart of a thief, sabotage their dreams by confiscating their vessels and setting out on voyages of their own.  Having no nautical expertise, these pirates of predatory predisposition, soon poured out onto the perilous and precarious gulf. While still in sight of land, many of the lifelong land lovers find themselves suffering severe sea sickness with no idea how to get back to land and no clue what to do with a nautical compass.  Many sailboats were scuttled within a mile of land, leaving their masses to entrap or entangle any other boats that might come about.  After sea sickness set in, many dawned life jackets and jumped ship, in hopes of somehow floating back to the mainland.  Already suffering from severe dehydration, vomiting and diarrhea, they slid off of the boats and back into the water. Some backstroke, while others simply flow with the current into the paths of man-o-war, jellyfish, ravenous barracuda and many other foreboding creatures of the deep. In no time at all, the mass exodus from land had become a mass of wrecks all along the coast line.  People clung to buoys and to hope, far out at sea, others try scaling long abandoned oil platforms in search of safety, shelter and security.  What they’d found was a platform to await the impending inevitable.  The consumption of salt water had left those that had made it out of the water again, extremely dehydrated. Their legs now too weak to stand they lay scattered along the beach, waiting to be consumed by the waves, by the predators that roamed the night, by the night itself.  As the tide rose, and the sun sank below the horizon, the scattered remnants along the water’s edge are quickly devoured by orca and sharks in the water, wild dogs, and boar hogs along the gulf beaches, land crabs, and critters in the bush, giant garfish and gators along the river’s edge.  No place seemed safe at night. The frigid cold country was now cloaked in cold cadavers, the warm tropics infested with  almost every disease known to man, The people of the west , usually only worried about earthquakes, droughts and forest fires, now dealt with torrential rains and landslides that seem to threaten to wash the entire state of California into the Pacific Ocean.  Darkened drug stores were quickly commandeered by daring drug dealers dumb enough to believe that he could somehow make a profit, even without a currency.  Using the drugs that he’d confiscated in the abandoned Walgreens. The scandalous culprit fashioned a tasteless, clear hallucinogenic that would cause unsuspecting victims to be tormented by their nastiest nightmares. He would then offer to cure them in exchange for food items and services.  What he had not realized was that what most people feared was the darkness. And one night after a particularly bad dream of his own, he accidently drank of one of his tainted bottles of water and found that he too could not stand the darkness. The man started a fire that spread from Oakland to San Jose by sunset that day.  There were no forestry rangers or firemen called to cut fire lines. No Aircraft dropped chemicals from above in attempt to smother the blaze. By nightfall Yosemite, Kings Canyon and Sequoia National Parks were all but embers. Modesto, Fresno, Visalia, Bakersfield and all of the smaller towns between the three would have been considered only a memory, had anyone survived the toxic silicone smoke and fire now glowing brighter in the eastern sky than the sunset had along the nation’s west coast.                                                                                                                                                  

 

 

PART VIII ~ December 28th. 1 Week and 3 Days of Darkness.

The bright lights of the big city of New York now dark and desolate, the city looked deserted from high above, except for smoke, from the fires that dotted the landscape from Montauk to Lower Manhattan. From Oyster Bay in Long Island, you could see Stanford Connecticut burning. Skyscrapers were still lit up in Lower Manhattan, but this time by arson, as huge fires forced their way higher and higher into the towering buildings. Many gathered around the base of the towering inferno. Some came for the heat, some came for the comradery and others came for the spectacle. None came expecting hot shards of broken glass to rain down on them from as many as one hundred floors up.  Newark New Jersey had been set ablaze by looters. No one would have ever expected car garages to become giant fireworks platforms as parked vehicles exploded from the intense heat of the continuously itinerant flames. In the very beginning of the pandemonium, a VW Beetle, carrying a panicked mother from Fort Lee New Jersey, cut off a fuel tanker headed east on I-95 to deliver fuel the short distance to Washington Heights in New York. The resulting carnage left three dead on the bridge as the truck barreled over the VW and a minivan before falling off of the bridge, where it just so happened to land on a trash barge tied along the edge of the river. The resulting fire cut the barge loose and sent it floating south toward the Lincoln Tunnel, Its massive load of garbage collected from the city’s crowded streets now burning out of control. The many ports along the Jersey shore, between NYC and Delaware became Pic & Go Ports. Soon anyone with access to a port was able to pick a new car, climb into it, take the keys from the glove box and simply drive it out of the shipyard. The one and only problem with this was that the vehicles had only been equipped with five gallons of fuel each, only enough for transport. There was nowhere to go, some made it as far as the gate before being carjacked, others, along with the carjackers soon came to realize that all roads were gridlocked.  All roads were cluttered with both accidents and accident victims. There were no first responders, no emergency sirens in the distance.  At dusk, bodies both dead and dying were scattered haphazardly on roadways up and down the coast. As the sun set, and the night set in, the wild dogs set out; to savagely scavenge a fresh supply of flesh.

Raccoons cause carnage in county parks, where man made ponds provided the freshest water in town, dying people generously provide fresh pickings.  In big cities usually filled with crazy cab drivers and constantly filled with the sounds of hustling and bustling crowds, there’s now a deathly silent, except for the occasional cries of those condemned to become carcasses, and the aggressive temperament of aggressive strays as they fight for found flesh. Bat’s bow down and crawl along blood soaked sidewalks. Everything seemed to have a pecking order. By day, mankind killed and consumed anything with wings or fur. By night mankind is consumed by winged and fury things. In the morning flies laid eggs on the remains. Maggots and scavenger beetles made a meal of the leftovers. By the dawn of the following day, most of the bloody bones were long gone.

 

 

PART IX ~ December 29th. 1 Week and 4 Days of Darkness.

The seven day Baltimore Harbor to Hamilton Bermuda cruise had been nothing less than worth every penny passengers had spent for the experience, right up until the very last day. The same party atmosphere that had taken the vacationing revelers west across the Atlantic ocean into Bermuda, had escorted them back toward the mainland. Only then did the Norwegian crew find out that the United States was no longer a port of call. The first order of business for the ship’s captain was how to tell over three thousand intoxicated partiers that you could not take them back to the United States mainland, that you’re obligation to them as far as their safe passage back was going to end here, seven miles east of the U.S. mainland. People who had for days been filled with alcohol, fine food and festivity, found themselves listening intently as a man with a very strange accent, tried in vain to explain to their alcohol addled mind that home port was now out of bounds.

“Now here this, this is your Captain speaking. We’ve just been informed by our own Norwegian Council of Government, that for some reason unknown to us at this time, we are not being granted access back into the U. S. mainland, in this case Baltimore Maryland on this the twenty-ninth day of December in the year twenty fifteen. Our standing orders, as of right this moment, are to drop anchor where we are and await further orders. There is more than enough food in the freezers and galley of this vessel to maintain the full capacity of the ship, passengers and crew alike for at least another ten days if need be; however I’m sure the situation will be more than cleared up by then and we will all be once again on our merry way. Until then, I as captain, do hereby suspend all charges on food and alcohol for the duration of your stay onboard this ship, Again, even though the delay is in no the fault of Norwegian Scandinavian lines, we still take pride in our quality and service to our paying customer, Thank you and happy cruising. ” The captain then retired quickly to his stateroom where he soon learned that the entire electrical grid in the U.S. had been lost. Not only was communications down, but so was the country’s entire banking system. To the captain this meant that the passengers on his ship were now simply unpaid for cargo between ports. The captain immediately phoned his first mate on the quarter deck and asked him how long it would take him to chart out a course to Freeport Grand Bahama Island and would they be able to fuel up there since it was after all considered a British port and the queen’s country. “How long shall we lay over in Freeport Sir?” the first mate asked inquisitively. “Only long enough to get every last one of these drunk and disgusting American assholes offloaded.” Until this time, everyone had simply figured that they had been out of range of their cellular phone carrier’s service tower. Now ass the alcohol continued to pour the panic begins to grow. For the first time, people began to consider what might happen if they were to miss their connecting flight or if maybe they ought to contact the baby sitter to see if she might be able to stay a day or two longer. 

PART X ~ December 30th. 1 Week and 5 Days of Darkness.

When things had first gotten chaotic in the Florida panhandle, one lucky smuggler managed to get out with a duffle bag half filled with U.S. currency and more than enough fuel to get back to his homeland on the beautiful island of Freeport in the Grand Bahama island chain. His three hour excursions had thus far netted him a nice little property just off of Sunrise Highway, on what he thought was rightfully named Fortune Bay Drive. This haul for sure would guarantee him a bigger boat; bigger boat bigger payload, bigger payload bigger payday.  This had been his easiest pick up ever. He hadn’t seen not one other boat or even a plane since leaving the beach in Broward County. Having seen no one at the rendezvous point, he simply took the duffle bag of drugs. Having encountered no resistance at this point, he simply kept the money that he had brought for purchase as well.  Being that it was so early in the morning he had thought little of the quiet at first; things were usually pretty quiet around dawn. But this quiet was different. The Las Olas Boulevard Bridge was up but there were no boats coming for as far as the eye could see. As he tied the small Dusky outboard off to the much larger schooner secured along the dock of the Hendricks Isle mega mansion that it had all belong to. Surprisingly there was no one waiting at the dock when he arrived, only the package that he knew contained the product. Paranoia, along with the fact that this wasn’t his first time out, told him that something was not right. It was too still, too dark, too quiet. In fact, the purr of the small, foot controlled trolling motor he used to navigate back out of the small canal seemed to reverberate off of the seawall.  He was accustomed to doing business when most of the houses were dark, but there was not one porch light or even a street light on along the entire waterfront he noticed as he headed first south to The Stranahan River then east out to sea. Not one home or condo had a light on. He might have given it a lot more thought, had he not had over a quarter of a million dollars’ worth of drugs and U.S. currency on his Bahamian vessel and still in U. S. Customs controlled waters. Not until he was several miles at sea, did he take a moment to think how daring what he had just done had been. Not until he had reached international waters did he recheck the package to make sure that it was what he had gone there to purchase. Once he realized that he was now probably the wealthiest man in all of Freeport he decided to celebrate.  Instead of the rhythmic reggae  that he usually got when he pressed his preset, he got was an international news report, proclaiming that the U.S. had been taken over by a virus in the electrical systems that had caused people to go rabid. All of the lights in the country had been turned off after the people had begun to poses rabid zombie like states. It also stated that at this very moment there was a large cruise ship filled with infected American’s headed toward Bahamian waters from the north Atlantic. Residents are ordered to lock all doors and windows and to conceal and protect themselves, their families and their friends from the shipboard and most likely infected American invaders, by any means necessary.  He instantly saw this as an omen from his dear dead mother and invested all the money that he would have spent on the drugs on weapons. He now had all the drugs and weaponry he needed to wage war against the U.S.

                                          (TO BE CONTINUED)


11/18/2014 2:58:50 PM

T hose jaws were stretched to their limits when juices started to splatter 
O ver the breast in a hot sticky mess, where it landed didn't much matter

M aybe the dick is a little too thick for one woman to give a blow job too
U sing her intuition and imagination she did what she felt she had to do 
C hoking and gagging, her jaws now sagging she tries not to let any spill 
H ow ever she knows as he comes and it blows that this BJ is a big deal

T hose jaws were stretched to their limits when juices started to splatter 
O ver the breast in a hot sticky mess, where it landed didn't much matter 

M aybe the dick is a little too thick for one woman to give a blow job too
U sing her intuition and imagination she did what she felt she had to do 
C hoking and gagging, her jaws now sagging she tries not to let any spill 
H ow ever she knows as he comes and it blows that this BJ is a big deal

11/17/2014 4:53:48 PM

SATURDAY NIGHT SPECIAL 
By J. L. Allen

I didn't know the man whose head was now licking salaciously at my upper inner thigh. I had only ever met him in my dreams. Often my total view of him is of the top of his bald head, before I’d pass out from the ecstasy of the pleasure he caused me to feel. As his full lips came into contact with my own swollen labia, I could feel his warm breath on my pulsing clit and I knew it would be only a matter of time before he would take my longing love button between his teeth, caressing it lovingly until my cream cascades off of his chin. As my hips jettison forward to meet his taunting and teasing tongue, the sounds of my juices being squished into his face made me all the hornier and I wanted nothing more than to encase his entire head deep in my throbbing pussy. His probing tongue positioned itself perfectly around my clit. Two of his fingers delve deep into me, twirling and twitching as they brought me to throws of bliss. I begged him to please stop teasing me and give me the dick, but my thighs were wrapped so tightly around his head that my words went unheeded. He spread both of his digits wide in the sanctity of my now soaked sanctuary as he felt my body betray me once again, releasing a spray of sticky bliss all over his face and shoulders. Now more than ever I wanted the dick and I intended to have it deep inside me. Reaching between the two of us, I grasped his manhood and yanked it unforgivingly up toward my lips. I all but yanked him onto his knees above me as I took first his beautiful balls and then his stately shaft into the confines of my waiting and wanting mouth. I gulped greedily at the shaft of his massive man meat before manipulating the tip to my lips. Kissing the head gently, I swirl my tongue playfully around the opening, happily procuring a preponderance of passion fruit juice from the tip of his dick head. Gobbling greedily at the gargantuan love muscle, I devour the droplets of his love dew before guiding the head down toward my anxiously awaiting labia. With a slight adjustment of my hip I was more than ready to attempt to take his full girth into me. I felt my lips spread grotesquely around the mushroom shaped head before a resounding pop allowed it deep into my no saturated cavity. His first stroke had caused me to cringe in discomfort; the second even deeper stroke had caused me to cry out in ecstasy. His next gut wrenching thrust had caused me to stream pussy cream up and down his hardened shaft. This is when I feel his body convulse forward as he empties his lustful lubricant deep into my hot hole. My pussy lips grappled greedily at the quickly shrinking digit as I struggle to hold on to the memory of the fucking that I so badly needed. Feeling his stiffness settle and stay now deep in my satisfied snatch, I reach down to caress his balls, in appreciation of the pleasure he had just given me. I was first awestruck by the smoothness of his balls after he came; so awestruck in fact that I allow my hands to run curiously along the smooth length of it. As my fingers reached the tip, my eyes flew open in instant disbelief. What was embedded in my pussy was not a massive rounded cock, but the Motorola remote to my T.V. A quick glance around the room let me know that I was alone in my bedroom, just me and my soaked remote. Just once I wanted to wake up to him lying next to me and not the wet remnants of him coating my sheets. The smells of sex permeated the room, but alas I lay in bed alone, drunk dreaming on a Saturday night.


11/17/2014 4:51:19 PM

MOANER MONDAY

M aybe it was too late already when she got her lips around it 
O r maybe it was the way she moaned the left me astounded 
A s she takes my shaft in her grip, I know I am in deep trouble 
N ow her tongue and lips tease the tip, trouble on the double 
E ventually she reaches the top, at that point I loose my mind 
R an her tongue across the tip where a present she would find 
______________________________ Poetry Master 11032014


11/10/2014 6:05:10 PM
PATTI GOT GAME

From My Novel STRANG3 B3D FELLOWS 


After a particularly horrendous Friday at work, Patti had wanted nothing more than to get on the train and out of her shoes so that she could relax her sore, aching feet. Wearing high heels to work had its major perks. It also had its major pitfalls. One of the pitfalls was the end of the day pains. As Patti walked the final few hundred feet toward the subway station entrance, she suddenly felt herself being grabbed from behind and snatched into an ally, within feet of the entrance to the subway. “Please don’t hurt me,” Patti cried out. “I don’t have any money, only a transit card,” she continued. “Shut up Bitch,” the male voice taunted. “I don’t want your fucking money, I want you to suck this dick!” the man said crudely from behind her as he lifted her off of her feet, pulling her deeper into the dark alley. “Oh please, I can’t, I don’t know how; I mean I honestly swear to you that I don’t know how,” she continued. “Then you’re going to learn tonight whore.” Patti suddenly felt her breath being literally knocked out of her as she is slammed to the ground atop flattened cardboard boxes that smelled like urine, in what she feared could be her last moments alive. “Please don’t hurt me,” she gasped, “I’ll do whatever you want me to do, just please don’t hurt me, I have a sick mother at home that I take care of, she needs her meds and I’m the only one that she . . .” “Shut the fuck up,” he said, slapping her hard across her right cheek with his open palm. Patti was having a hard time believing all of this, until the sting of her cheek brought her instantly and fully back into the moment. As she gasped for breath from both the stinging blow and the odiferous situation that she had found herself in, Patti suddenly realized that the smell had suddenly changed and not for the best.  Now her flaring nostrils were suddenly filled with the musky stench of putrid piss and overly musky nuts. “Open your mouth whore!” the man grimaced, as she felt the stinky, meaty girth of him slap across her lips. Patti pressed both her lips and eyes even tighter together, in hopes that someone had either seen her struggle or heard her protest and had notified local authorities and that any second now the dark alley would be flooded with light and sound of her rescuers; but the darkness didn’t abate and help didn’t come. The harsh stranger pressed the head of his bulbous shaft even harder against her unwilling lips. “Bitch, I’m going to fuck your mouth or die trying,” the man said, trying to force her lips apart with huge rough hands. “As you wish,” she said as she slammed her nail file deep into the man’s testicles, causing him to let out an agonizing scream that echoed off of the dark alley walls. Patti did not stab him repeatedly, instead she held on tightly to the nail file, making saw like motions with her hands, side to side, front to back, the blade plunging deeper as she continued trying to castrate him from the inside out.  “Please, oh god please,” the man screamed. “Oh now I’m God, just a few seconds ago you clearly called me bitch, well I’m going to be the bitch today that helps you to get your wish. With a quick turn of hand, Patti totally castrated the man’s penis from the inside with one hand, while digging the nails of her other hand deep into the shaft. The man’s now flaccid penis fell off into her hand as his mouth fell open yet again in an agonizing scream. Patti took this opportunity to grant him his wish, shoving his own cock deep into his mouth.  “Your wish is granted Mother Fucker, you got your dick sucked and a pussy of your very own.” 


10/31/2014 11:49:07 AM

Funny How the Night Moves 

From The Novel :Strange Bed Fellows By Author J. L. Allen 

He had long known that dating in the big city could be a cut throat, dog eat dog competition. Knowing as well that due to his massive wealth, he would be a massive target for every money grubbing gold digger in the area. This was exactly why he had chosen the internet as a way to meet someone that had no clue that he was worth a lot more money than the Taj Mahal itself. To him it only made sense that he would turn to the Internet when the time came to look for that special someone. It also only made sense to him that he should create a bogus profile, so as to distort his true identity. It wasn’t long at all before he’d joined a few groups and added a few friends. Eventually chat became video chatting, which became face timing, which lead to texting, which ultimately lead to late night phone calls. So far she hadn’t seemed strapped for cash or disabled, either physically or mentally. He had actually begun to anticipate their nightly chats, the ones that often lasted into the wee hours of the morning. He had often awakened in the morning with his phone pressed against his face, its battery long ago dead. Many times in the run of his busy day, he’d had to fight back the desire to send her a text message. But there were many other times when the subconscious buzz that she had caused in his brain made him think for sure that his cell phone was vibrating in his pocket. Then again it might have been that little voice in his head, the one that we all have, that seems to sit on our shoulders and instruct us to think some of the vilest thoughts known to mankind. Even though he had already gotten attached to this woman, he would still be the last to admit it. But deep inside he felt that this one was somehow different and now he was in too deep and determined to find out why.

She had followed protocol to the letter, kissed her fair share of corporate asses, and sucked her share of self-serving dicks. Now that she had clawed her way to the top of the corporate ladder, everyone was jockeying for a position to kiss her ass. She’d grown up in a Mennonite, mountain side community, gotten a scholarship to M.I.T., graduated something cum lade and then taken the business world by storm. By the time she turned thirty she was a partner in her firm, by the time she’d turned forty she was V.P. of one of the largest conglomerates in the entire western hemisphere. Everything seems to be just falling into place for her. Career wise she had a great outlook, but relationship was she had flunked horribly. Every date that she had ever had, had either turned out to be a complete jerk, a total asshole, or even worse an incomplete jerk. She was so tired of boy toys that she had literally invested in dildos and Duracell. Life had provided for her everything she’d needed to live in the lap of luxury, but nothing at all for her to lounge in the luxury of love. Due to her status she couldn’t even date locally for fear of being somehow blackmailed or worse. Being a woman in charge in a man’s world was easy, but getting a man had proven next to impossible. It had been a web seminar with clientele that had introduced her to the idea of internet dating. It had been a night of too much liquor and no one to lick her that had caused her to create a phony profile and spend a few hours that night surfing the World Wide Web and making new Online friends. She hadn’t expected more than some adult comradery, what she had gotten was addicted, to words, the thoughts, the idea of him. Before even she had realized it, she was scheduling time between conferences to make time for him. She found herself either waking in the middle of the night to check her phone to see if he had text her, or to plug her phone into its charging base because she had fallen asleep with sounds of him in her ear again. She was used to being in total control of her surroundings. Now for the first time she felt like she was stepping out onto a tight rope and she could neither see what it was tied off to on the other side or how far down was, in case she should happen to take a fall. All she knew was that she wanted to take that first step and then she had needed to take that second. After falling asleep frustrated from longing to be held for yet another night, she had awakened, in a cold sweat, but with a burning in her loins. She removed her phone from the charger, turned it on and went instantly to her Internet favorites. Somehow she knew he’d be online, somehow she also knew that the decision she was about to make was going to change both of them forever. She quickly tapped out the few words that came first to her mind, then pressed send before she could change her mind and sabotage her own thoughts. The damage had been done now, all she could do was sit and wait nervously for his reply. Why was she so nervous? She had the wit to conquer kingdoms, the drive and dominance to devour domains and the common sense to know that she didn’t need a man to be happy, but she wanted one in order to feel complete. She wasn’t kept waiting long. Within a matter of minutes her cell phone lit up. As soon as she read his message her eyes lit up as well. Yes he was thinking of her as well, and yes it would be OK if she came over tonight. He texted his home address and waited as she Map quested the directions. “Fifty-two minutes,” she said. “I’ll be waiting he responded. 
As he put down his cellphone he realized that his body was literally shaking with anticipation. He walked the entirety of the penthouse apartment, doing a visual inspection of every inch of and everything in every room. Everything sat a certain way, at a particular angel; if anything is touched, he might just loose it, but not in a good way. He’d often been ridiculed for his O.C.D., but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Seeing that everything was where and as it should be, he then stepped in front of his floor length mirror and gave himself the once over. A thorough once over told him that a shower wouldn’t hurt, so he got naked and got into a warm shower.
As she made her way along the beltway, she wondered about a lot of things. She wondered if she had lost her mind. She wondered if this was a form of temporary insanity. She wondered who would make the first move; offer the first kiss, how hot would he be for her and how long it would take. As she maneuvered off of the exit and onto the parkway she too began to squirm with anticipation of the evening ahead. It had been a long time and she was so looking forward to it. She could feel the wetness flooding her inner sanctum as she pulled into his parking space. She stepped out of the convertible, locking it with the electronic lock on her key and made her way across the lobby toward the elevator as he’d told her to do in the text message he’d sent. She stepped into the elevator and pressed the PH button for pent house, the door closed and the hair instantly stood up on the back of her neck causing a quick chill to overtake her body.
The ding of the elevator bell informed him of her apparent arrival just as he’d finished tying his shoes, even though he had no idea why he had even bothered to put them on. One final scan of the penthouse in its entirety and the elevator door opened. The connection was instantaneous, the sensations were inevitable the desire disorienting and the passion intense. Before either of them could catch a breath, there were articles of clothing everywhere. Shirts and shoes were strewn from the living room to the bed. The lights are already off when they’re both suddenly slapped by reality. This was never supposed to be a love affair. One night stands were always intended to been just that. It was now or never; as he began to kiss his way down toward her belly button, she grabbed his chin, pulling his face back up towards hers. “Don’t you like that?” he asked. “Yes I do,” she said; “But it’s too soon, there’s something I have to tell you, I like the taste of pussy too, but I have a dick, I was actually born male but I’ve been living as a female since I’ve been on my own. She prepared herself for the barrage of verbal assaults that usually followed her admission, but it never came. What had followed instead was a cacophony of laughter. He laughed so loud and so heard that the now newly realized him jumped out of bed nervously, snatching up articles of clothing as he headed for the door. “Wait,” the guy yelled; “Please, don’t go. I want you to stay. In fact, I really wish you would,” he said, stepping toward her from the other side of the bed. As she turned to look back over her shoulder, he allowed his pants to drop, right then and there, revealing the last thing the guy had expected to see; not a big dick, but the prettiest clean shaved pussy he had ever seen. “Maybe we Can work Something out, the new male said as he closed the bedroom door behind him and locked it


10/31/2014 11:46:49 AM

CHARITY AT MARSH HOLLOW

Charity had seen the tall, handsome stranger only minutes earlier at the town hall meeting. Now as she drove along the dirt road leading back to her convent, she could not help but see him again. This time the man was walking up the hill toward the village; “But their village is a little over seven miles up the mountain, once you had crossed the river,” Charity said to herself. Even though she had been taught all of her life, never to offer rides to hitchhikers or strangers, especially not hitchhiking strangers, Charity didn’t even hesitate in pulling the little Volkswagen Beetle onto the soft shoulder. It was all but dark out already and Charity knew that there was nothing between where they were and the village accept forest and wild scary things at night. She knew for a fact that there was no way he could make it up to the village by dark walking. In fact, even riding they wouldn’t get there until after dark. Looking back in her mirror Charity couldn’t help but notice how his long coat swung like a cape as he sauntered toward the car. She couldn’t see his hands through the rear view, but she was relieved to see once he did reach the car door that they were both empty. “Thank you kindly for stopping,” the tall, dark stranger said in a voice that had instantly caused Charity to feel a warm moistness in her lady parts. Although she was indeed a nun, Charity was a woman first. “The nearest next stop heading in this direction is my village, is that where you’re headed?” Charity asked. “Not quite that far,” the tall, pale man responded. “I was only going to Marsh Hallow.” “Marsh Hallow? Charity replied, “I’ve lived here all of my life and I’ve never heard of a place called Marsh Hallow,” Charity said nervously. “It’s a new subdivision, I only bought into it because it’s so off of the beaten path,” the man said with such an honest face that Charity couldn’t help but believe him. As they continued up the dirt road just a piece the man informed Charity, “There’s a cut off just ahead on the left, you can drop me off there, thank you,” the man said. Charity didn’t recall having ever seen a cut off on the valley road, but just as the man had said, a turn off was there. Of course her curiosity got the best of her, and of course she aimed the Beetle up the small road, instead of letting him out there as he had suggested. “I do appreciate your wanting to help me out, but you’re not helping, could you let me out here please?” the man said irritably. “Well maybe I’m only a nun but I’m still a woman and a blond, so call me dumb if you must, but I’ve lived here all my life and I have never heard of any place called Marsh. . . .” It was at that moment that a strong wind wrapped itself entirely around the small car. Leaves swirled in every direction, like cyclones in the darkness. Even the car’s headlights failed to break the darkness. And then as suddenly as it had begun, it ended. The leaves all dropped away from the Beetle’s windows, and before her windshields Charity couldn’t believe what she was seeing. It was as if they had gone back in time to the sixteenth century. The smooth dirt road suddenly turned into bumpy cobblestone. The primitive looking shanty town ahead seemed only lit by torch light. “What is this place, where is this place?” Charity asked. “Welcome to Marsh Hallow,” the man said.

It was at that exact moment that the engine in her new Volkswagen sputtered and stopped. Not only the headlights but the dashboard lights went black as well. “This can’t be happening,” Charity said, “I just bought this thing, it’s still under warranty.” The man said nothing, simply stepped out of the vehicle on the passenger’s side. “Would it be stupid of me to ask where the nearest phone might be, I was smart in one way, I got Triple A.” Charity continued nervously as she too stepped out of the car. Barely being able to see her hand before her face in the dark of the night, Charity quickly tripped on a cobblestone and twisted her ankle. This had caused her to collapse to the road like a dear shot in the corroded with a cross bow he had surmised. Instantly he was at her side, lifting her onto her feet, baring her weight with his own, or so it seemed. “Ouch, my ankle, I think it’s sprung, I don’t think I can put any weight on it,” Charity said. The tall thin man reached an arm around her and lifted her as if she were a sack of cloth. Charity got the sensation of floating as he carried her down the cobblestone street away from her car. “What about my car?” she asked, trying to look back over his shoulders to where her car had died, but could only see the darkness closing in behind the two of them. It was then that Charity had looked down. For a brief second it had seemed to her that although he was carrying her, he seemed to be floating just above the leaf strewn cobblestone road below. Charity’s breath caught in her throat, the scream she had intended seemed to now almost choke her as it held fast in her chest. It was then that every cylinder in her brain suffered a massive backfire. Trees seemed to be suddenly growing at a massive speed all around them. It was at this point that he seemingly floated into a hole at the base of a massive magnolia tree. The inside seemed cast with an eerie green light that seemed to fluoresce from the earth itself. It was then that he laid her on a small bed, atop some sort of hand sewn quilt, with markings and colors such as she had never seen before. “First things first,” he said. “Let’s see about that ankle.” The man touched her ankle gently and Charity cried out in an immediate shriek of pain. The man extracted a small clear bottle from his coat pocket and held it out toward Charity. Charity took the small bottle from his hand, looking it over completely. The bottle was about three inches tall and about an inch across with no top on it. After tilting the bottle this way and that and then holding it upside down, Charity concluded that the bottle was empty thus safe. “Just play along,” she told herself. “That’s the only way we’re ever going to find out what on earth is going on.” Without touching the seemingly empty bottle to her lips, she turned the bottle up over her open mouth and pretended to swallow. Suddenly her entire body felt as if it were starting a slow burn. Charity could feel a burning in her nerve endings, seemingly pulling them all down into her lower belly where they all seemed to Converge at the base of her clit. “Marie, sweet mother of Goshhhhhhhhit I’m wetting myself,” Charity screamed as she creamed out the first orgasm she’d ever had in her life. She could feel moisture bubbling up in between her white lady’s lace panties and her white pantyhose. “Oh Fuck I Came, Holy Shit I just nutted,” Charity screamed intensely. Charity could feel hands shaking her shoulders, as if they’re trying to hold her down. Her eyes sprung open to look directly into those of the Mother Superior.

Charity quickly realized that she was in her own sleeping quarters with her roommate, who had scurried off to get the Mother Superior after hearing obscenities being whirled from Charity’s tongue. She had assumed that her roommate had been possessed by some evil spirit in the night and what she was seeing and hearing was most surely an ungodly demonic possession. Sister Abigale and the Mother Super each had their own ideas of what had possibly taken place. Sister Abigale thought it might be a good idea to test her urine, thus she should have her blood alcohol level checked right away. The Mother Superior had other thoughts all together. The two of them acquired a wheel chair and rolled Charity swiftly to the medical ward of the convent. The Mother Superior was overly insistent that Charity submit to a urinalyses test, being that her behavior was most disturbing and highly frowned upon in their convent. Charity, now coming to the conclusion that they were making far too much of a big deal over a bad dream, quickly submitted to pee in the small glass vile. During her close examination the Mother Superior was also sure to check the young lady’s hymen, to make sure that it was still intact and untouched. Finding all as it should be down there, the Mother Superior ordered her to get dressed. She also remanded her to bed rest the following day, more so as a form of punishment for rousing the entire convent at such an ungodly hour than anything else. The urine sample was sealed and stored for delivery to the infirmary in the morning and the house soon returned to normal. The following morning started like any other morning at the convent; prayer, chores, breakfast and then more chores. But no sooner than Charity’s plate of porridge was sat before her did she become violently ill. The smell of it alone left her wracked with convulsions and nauseated. For the next few hours no one in the infirmary could figure out what’s causing Charity’s ailment. The mystery had eluded all of them until the village doctor made a special trip to the convent. His visit wasn’t a regularly scheduled visit, nor was it inside of the norm for him to just stop in. The news that he bought seemed devastating. The backlash could be heard up and down the halls of the monastery. The echoes were soon to follow. The doctor had come to inform the Mother Superior that Charity’s sickness was probably a delayed case of morning sickness as she appeared to be already more than six weeks pregnant. “But how could this be possible?” the Mother Superior asked incredulously. “I personally checked her and found her hymen to be intact just last night.” “My tests are based on scientific fact,” the doctor replied. “Scientific facts don’t lie.” Charity spent the next few days crying to the Mother Superior, to save her position in the convent. Sex was strictly forbidden for nuns and the sisters had basically given her until the end of the month to find a place to go, both her and her as of yet unborn disgrace. Within a week’s time, Charity’s stomach had grown to the size of a woman already forty-two weeks pregnant. “Are you still standing by your story that you’ve not taken part in fornication?” the Mother Superior snarled at Charity. Charity had become a disgrace to the sisterhood. Before climbing into bed that night, Charity prayed that God should remove this evil from her if it be his well. She prayed on her knees until she fell asleep in the kneeling position. 
That night as she knelt she felt his familiar touch once again, first on her back, then her ass and then down to her inner thigh. Although she was excited to see him again, she was even more excited to feel his erotic touch once more. “I came to claim what’s mine,” he said as she felt him position himself behind her still kneeling form. “Take me, I’m yours,” she whispered softly. “Take what’s yours.” With this being said she felt the devilish pleasure of him entering her from behind. She grimaced as she felt him filling every inch of her. The pressure was immense. The pleasure was unimaginable, even the pain was pleasurable as she felt her body explode, release like she’d never felt caused her to cum in rapturous continuation, hard and deep into the night. When she was awakened the next morning, it took Charity a few seconds to gather her senses. It had been Sister Abigale’s scream that had brought her completely back into the moment. Charity’s eyes followed Sister Abigale’s own to the floor beneath her still perched frame. On the floor between Charity’s legs was a puddle that told her what she really didn’t want to know. Her water broke in the night, which means that the baby would need to come out. Even though Charity had never given birth, she knew strangely enough that something unnatural was going on with her body. The pain she expected wasn’t there, neither was the baby that everyone expected that she was about to give birth to. In fact, other than the puddle on the floor there beneath her there was nothing here to show that charity had ever even been pregnant.

It is said that Charity slowly lost her sanity, babbling something about the father taking his child. To this day Charity had sat in the Mental Ward of The State Hospital babbling about the child that she had given birth to over twenty years ago. After all of these years, Charity was finally moved to a lite dementia ward to finish out her days. It was there that she had finally gotten her own semi private room, with a bed near the window. Charity was slowly coming around. She had made tremendous headway since she had first been admitted here all those years ago. There was even talk that Charity might even be suitable for some type of halfway housing, to prepare her for life outside of the facility for the first time in nearly a quarter century.

The decision had been all but made in Charity’s case, until a new resident was brought into the center. The young girl hadn’t spoken a word since she had been found in the mountains some years ago. She had never even whimpered so much as a tear before they rolled her wheelchair into the room that she was to share with Charity. “Momma,” she cried out, the exact second that she’d laid eyes on Charity. “Marsha, my baby,” Charity cried, as they fell into each other’s arms, like two sibling that had been separated at birth.


10/31/2014 11:39:32 AM

CANDY'S TRICK OR TREAT

Candace had long accepted the fact that winter nights for her meant extra blankets on the bed. She etched out a comfortable living and home had become exactly what she had made it into. Although she was financially stable as well as emotionally secure, Candace longed for someone to share her long, cold, lonely nights. She was often invited out by female co-workers to go tie one on, but Candace would much rather stay home, cuddled up on her big comfy chair, in her favorite PJs, with a good book. It was in the stories in the novels that she could often be found reading for hours on end, which had granted her the opportunity to explore strange new lands, and new loves. She could often find the man of her dreams in one page or another, one chapter or another, one book or another. One of the girls at the office had passed along a novel that she had ordered and now finished. She said she’d skimmed through it but wasn’t really into erotic poetry. She had left the book on Candace’s desk at the office, without even a word as to why. That night after dinner, and after cleaning up the kitchen, Candace settled in for an uneventful night of reading. The book was entitled, THE DARK POET, and just the title alone had filled her with fantasies of a tall dark and desirous fellow to come and whisk her away into a land of hot, erotic, enchantment and blissful fantasy sex. Being that the book seemed all erotic poetry, she didn’t feel it necessary to read it from cover to cover. Instead, Candice had skimmed through instead, picking out what she considered to be the shortest poems and read them all first. Wasn’t until after she had read several of the steamy poems by the author that Candace had decided to finish her read for tonight in the comfort of her bedroom and beneath the sheets of her bed. It wasn’t until she had climbed into bed and finished a poem near the back of the book that Candace had noticed the short story in the back of the book. It seemed to be a short story entitled “SPLATT3R”. As Candace delved deeper into the story, the fingers of her free hand delved deeper under the covers. Before she had even realized it, Candace had caught herself masturbating to the steamy story in the back of the book. After she had given herself both release and relief, Candace fell into a deep comfortable sleep. As she slept, Candace dreamed. As she dreamed she felt a presence lift her hand and slowly lick the sticky cream of her orgasm from her fingers. This had caused an involuntary moan, a moan which only seemed to egg the mysterious mouth on. After calmly sucking each of her fingers dry, the mouth began to work its way along Candace’s palm, first to her wrist, then continuing up first her arm then her shoulder, before she finally felt a warm breath on her quickly hardening nipples. By now Candace’s own breath had become labored as she squirmed in her sleep beneath the warm breath and hot lips. Candace tried hard to relax, but it had been so long since she had felt a warm tongue swirling across her pebble like protrusions that she quickly gave in to the sensations. She could feel the large hands, cupping and caressing her breast, fingers prodding and pinching her erect nipples. Soon Candace could feel a warm breath on her navel. She anticipated anxiously its next move. Her hips now shot violently and uncontrollably forward as they tried to throw her sex starved pussy into that warm open mouth. 
The feeling of those lips and teeth gently nibbling at her lady parts had Candace bucking all over the bed, even before those lips converged on her highly aroused, extremely extended clitoris. As her own body seemed to almost rebel against her, Candace gasped as she felt her lower lips being spread wide as she felt what would surely have been a very large finger, now exploring her inner sanctum. Her body arched frantically forward in an attempt to meet and match the digit’s every thrust. She then felt a strong hand beneath her lower back; lift her back completely off of the bed as the biting of her clit became painfully pleasurable. It felt as if the digit was now probing deep in her stomach. However it seemed to have a hairy knuckle, which was wreaking holy havoc on her G-Spot, along with the biting on her clit. The pounding became more violent as she is lifted even higher off of her bed. The pummeling was causing not only her pussy but her head as well to go into over drive. Feeling faint from the frantic fucking, Candace grabbed the only thing she could to hold on to. It was at that exact moment that she felt her head began to spin as if the fan had been on high. She felt herself spiraling now on the large appendage like Linda Blair possessed. It was this exact spinning that had brought her to a climactic orgasm like nothing she had ever felt. When Candace woke the next morning, she felt somehow refreshed yet totally drained. It was as if she had been beaten in her sleep. Candace remembered nothing at all about the dream the next morning. All she knew was that when she woke up, her hair was a mess, her sheets were soaked, her footboard had a huge dry splatter on it, and somehow her ceiling fan blade seems to have gotten bent. The Novel now lay on the floor near her bed she picked it up and took it with her into the bathroom, figuring maybe she could get a page or two of reading in while she took care of her morning priorities. Candace made two mental notes to herself; one to replace that ceiling fan before Spring sat in and two to check the Internet to see if she could find any more titles by Author J L Allen.


9/8/2014 4:14:32 PM
M oving is hard enough to do but rebuilding a dungeon is hell
A nd finding the proper light source can be quite a task as well
S etting up the brackets and the braces on the basement wall
O nly planned on building it once so I did not follow a protocol
C ould not imagine when putting it up that I'd be taking it down
H ad the idea that I'd be there for years and it would be around
I t never occurred, despite what you heard, I'd eventually move
S o I guess in due time, if I keep to the grind,  will find a groove
T o get it all done, while still having fun, putting it back together
I t may take a while l say as I smile but I won't be in the weather 
C ome Hell or high water I will get it in order, it will be completed
M y thought in the matter, juices will splatter, I wont be defeated
O nce I'm all done, I'll test drive it for fun if I can find a volunteer
N o meek, whiney chick that can't handle dick, I'm being sincere
D ungeon time will be fun when its all done, each toy in its place
A nd dust is demolished and leather polished, I've got good taste
Y ou can be sure that once it is done I am going to throw a party
S o if you're a freak, give me about a week then bring your body
________________________________ Poetry Master 09082014

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