It's a fuck parody... It ain't real "Why is this bitch here James? You know I hate her. She took my job and she's a puny little twat." Kathie Lee asks me... upset she's sitting mere feet from her arch enemy. "Puny little twat? Where'd you learn that one grandma?" Kelly... pissed off. "Why would you wanna fuck her anyway? She's a walking STD advertisemen...
Authors Note: So here I am back again, after three crashed hard drives, and two computers, I finally got to the stories I thought I had lost forever and believe me it will not happen again. I will be doing my best to do some more work on them and A Ride to Heaven and Back Part 2 in the near future. You'll also find that Dani and Bull decided to pull some...
As promised, here is the first installment of Buster's Story. It is nearly 100 years in the past. This is as much a voyage for me as it is for you. I hope you enjoy the story. It is a little slower paced. Let me know what you think. He ran through the woods, not caring that he scared deer or elk out of their daytime hides. He ran for the pure enjoyment o...
This is a huge freak fucking sleazy ass sex parody series... It ain't real. THIS IS A SUPER SIZED SERIES OF MY PERVERTED FANTASIES... IT TIES TOGETHER A MAIN STORY WITH DIFFERENT SIDE STORIES INTO ONE PERVERTED WORLD... IT COMBINES REAL LIFE CELEBRITIES WITH TV SHOW AND MOVIE CHARACTERS... MY FREAKY AND WILD FAMILY WILL BE ADDED AT DIFFERENT TIMES IN THE DI...
Mrs. B., as Josh called Mrs. Borden, looked incredible. The successful businesswoman had just gotten home from work and was making dinner for her granddaughter Julia and Josh, Julia's boyfriend. They would often come to the older, divorced woman's house to keep her company. Julia and Mrs. B. were close, and similar in their athletic beauty. And try as he...
You never lose when the full moon's comin, not even against Oers. Oers isn't even Oers. She's Oers in a Medium's body. You've seen the Medium; how she fits all Oers's six-five, three hundred pounds of beefsteak muscles and big fuck-off forehead horns into her when she's five-two and tips the scale at 110, maybe, is a mystery to you. It doesn't seem quite li...
As soon as I started coming to I knew I wasn't home in my own bed and that I wasn't alone! But I had no idea where the hell I was or who I was sleeping with! All I knew for sure was that I had to take a wicked piss and I was naked! I slowly rolled over on my side to see if I knew who I was sleeping with! Hopefully then I could figure out where I was! When I...
Ariel's petite, lightly tanned body moved gracefully with each step, her black workout pants revealing the movements of her hips. With every step, her athletic shoes rose from the pavement, leaving behind the soft crunch of someone small running of gravel. Her jacket had long since been removed and tied around her waist; it was too hot to exercise with one,...
(A story by Bros. Grimm, slightly altered by Gatorman) I know . . . You've already heard the story of Little Red Riding-hood, when you were a little boy or girl yourself. Only remember: THAT story was translated to English from the German story compiled by the Brothers Grimm, along with a LOT of other similar German "Fairy Tales." When they compiled t...
Chapter 3: Can I help you? "CAN I HELP YOU?" I find a peeping tom watching me go at it and my first response is 'can I help you?' I'm more messed up than I thought. Pants on the floor, the remnants of an almost orgasm scattered all over the bed, and I'm doing some mental head smacks for leaving my first floor window wide open. My peeper is Kevin Miller. K...