By: Col. Brunhilda 'Iceberg' Buriman, ret. Sorority Sister of Pi Loda Cum Chapter Eight: Faithinwhat "As promised, Harriette," Father Costanzo replied, stepping out from behind a curtain with what appeared to be a small leather billfold tucked under one arm. He was wiping his hands with a wet rag, attempting to free his hands of what looked like chocolate...
Belching and farting as I wake up, sitting on the side of the damn bed. Another bitch laying beside me. A neighbor's 18 year old daughter. She wants to be a damn stripper at my club, so I fucked her. No reason to... I just wanted to fuck the slut. I grab a beer off the nightstand and down it... Belch again. My damn head is killing me. Too much coke and beer...
Author's Note, This should be the penultimate chapter in the series. The next chapter will tie up a few plotlines and perhaps open a few new ones. It's been a blast writing this story, I can't thank everyone enough for all the comments, favs, and positive ratings! For now, enjoy! ***** Part 7 "...Oh! I'm sorry for your loss. No need to be sorry, we can...
This is a pimped out redneck fuck parody series... It ain't real This is my biggest fuck parody series ever... It will be a bunch of perverted episodes about my freaky ass, pimped out and sleazy redneck life... I'm keeping it simple... There will be tons of sex, freaky shit and sleazy ass perverted fun... I make porn, sell drugs, pimp hoes and sell motherfu...
Of course he'd known. But for quite a while he just didn't know he knew. Yes, that needs some explaining, I guess. You see, when a horse wears blinkers, it can only see what is right in front of it. But it knows there is more. It can hear it, even smell it. But it doesn't see. Until it turns its head. One day John Filmore Cunningham turned his head. No,...
Whilst all this had been going on Jeremy had been sat watching with a mix of emotions from the soundproof booth he'd been bundled into by two burly stage hands as soon as Louise's knickers were down. Obviously he felt terrible that his good lady wife was being stripped, shaved an d publicly humiliated on a grand scale and he'd been banging on the glass red f...
Jeff turned into the parking lot of the vacant building he was about to see for his new offices and show room. He saw a beautiful woman, leaning into the driver's side window of a silver sedan, talking with the man behind the wheel. As Jeff parked his truck, he nearly took out a landscaped island. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the woman's amazing legs....
A few years back, there was a popular country song about how songs could trigger memories for people. I remember thinking at the time how true that was, and could rattle off a dozen examples of how a particular song would stimulate a memory, usually involving either a woman or a meal ( I like to eat, so shoot me). I didn't really appreciate the song's messag...
Mark's story Oh, man, I slept great! I couldn't help thinking about Jen when I got back to my student slums apartment, and it was a wonderful feeling. There was just something about her, something I couldn't define. I pulled off my clothes, brushed my teeth, and went straight to bed, and was out like a light in just a couple of minutes. I couldn't remember...
Quick vignette that wandered into my head uninvited. I hope it isn't entirely terrible. Do vote and comment. Thanks to my beta reader KatieTay. * * It was still mostly dark outside. The promise of daybreak teased the sky and the canopy of night frayed around the edges with the merest glimpse of the new day. The couple curled up in the sheets kissed hungr...