Bait and Switch Ch. 16
Mom busts our hero and his sister.
Mom busts our hero and his sister.
Donna’s decision, the Team Rocket twins, Half-breeds born, Battle.
Will Tyrome ever figure Cloe out? Will he be able to defeat Cedric
Summer’s care & mom’s return.
This is a 22-page story I have conjured from my erotic fantasies, so be ready for a long read if you want to finish.
Meet Alan, a science obsessed nerd who has made a breakthrough that may change the life of people forever
Our hero must pass a vitale test.
An 18 year olds curiosity grows infinitely
Our hero finally gets home to rest… Or does he?
Rough draft of a fantasy I’ve had
John has a visitor (actually two)
The war moves near
Not the end but not too far from it
The party, and coming clean to Gina
The first day of math club practice.
This is a duel-authored poem. I say verse and the other person comes up with something to follow, It starts out as a joke but turns into something serious…
A couple recap their favourite love making sessions
she loves her vegetables for her Master.
MICHELLE DISCOVERS HER NEW TITS
A kinky remake of the classic poem.
I cast mine burdens
Yon o’er dale
And set out ye yonder to dry
And yon viilage wench doth squeezeth my scrotum
And caused upon me to yank
Mine shaft of stiffened groin based piss whistle
And sucking thoust tang from wang
Gee I gotta say unto thee
Put a sock on it
In Brazil
Put a sock on it
In South Dakota
Put a sock on it
In Jerry Jeff Walker’s house
Put a sock on it
O’er thine hill and dale
Thost putith thine sock upon it
Yet she had upon her
The lesbo gonococci
He had upon him
A big gonococcus
His sack
Was packed with man ointment and gonococcus
Short on sleep
Thine long on sack
Big gonococcus
Taste ye of bile and bitters
Of filth and the lesbo gonococci
Packed with man ointment and gonococcus
Bukkake
Gokkun
Bazooka
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just a masterbation poem inspired by a dude jerking off
EXCRUCIATING HIGHS
A thought of you swells in my head
From it the monster begins to be fed
It’s venom spirals through out my body
Making me feel a good sort of naughty
Poisoning the blood within my veins
Losing control of my reins
Pleasure stampedes into my heart
Stabbing my gut with it’s lustful dart
Forcing my hands to descend
Into places that can’t defend
My fingers, a replacement for your tongue
And slimy places it has stung
It’s touch has been pulsing in my thighs
Blasting to excruciating highs
Your constant teasing
Your absent pleasing
I’m wondering if you can feel this ecstasy
My thoughts and their potency
From where you are
Somewhere out far
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A poem I wrote to the man I have cyber sex with
An erotic perversion of the classic Poe tale.
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