In the beginning there was a vacation...
I didn't vacation to a land of hot pussy and sweet ass, but to California! Okay maybe there is quite a bit of hot pussy and sweet ass there. Nonetheless! I resided there in many a hotels. Saw everything from Hollywood Stars on the Walk of Fame to plenty of palm trees and a very frigid beach. Got a classy sunburn and came home! Something like that. Gone for two weeks.
After returning home I was compelled to adopt a kitten whom was unfortunately quite ill. So I played kitty doctor for two weeks. She pulled through like a little ass kicking superhero kitty and is right as rain!
Long story short - the last month has been a crazy whirlwind and I'm only just now getting back into the groove of smut smut smut! Expect the content of my new stories get a bit more flavorful.
Speaking of cross country tours and flavorful kinks, my latest creation had me licking my fingers clean...
After returning home I was compelled to adopt a kitten whom was unfortunately quite ill. So I played kitty doctor for two weeks. She pulled through like a little ass kicking superhero kitty and is right as rain!
Long story short - the last month has been a crazy whirlwind and I'm only just now getting back into the groove of smut smut smut! Expect the content of my new stories get a bit more flavorful.
Speaking of cross country tours and flavorful kinks, my latest creation had me licking my fingers clean...
DIRTY GAMES: TWISTED FISTS
This is for all you pussy-fisting lovers! I'm not quite sure where the inspiration for this one came from, but the idea hit me somewhere between the Bonneville Raceway in Utah and Los Angeles, California.
Blurb:
The Annual Adult Dirty Games are on at the island of Mamas Titas. Will the undefeated female champion finally be brought to her knees and be given the good, high hard one by her opponent?Fisticuffs takes on an all new meaning in this Twisted Fists short story!
Part 3 Excerpt:
Ken weighed just ten pounds more than her, but he was considerably larger, muscles bulkier. His reach was much further than hers, but Andrea’s flexibility and intense thigh-strength gave her a competitive edge. Yet none of these positives made her heart beat any slower as his name was announced and he came toward her. Slow, determined, measured strides that she could feel through the floor. Closer, closer.
The announcer stepped back, letting the two opponents face each other. “And in our Dirty Games tradition at Cuntequilla, the fighters must disrobe each other and declare each other fit for fist fighting.”
It was like dropping a kink bomb—the building erupted with noise so loud that Andrea couldn’t hear the announcer’s next instructions. She knew what to do, though. She reached out, going for the cording that held Ken’s robe closed, and pulled the tie loose. The fabric parted, showing his light chest hair, and she slid her hands up his chest, under the edges of the collar, and to his shoulders. With a push of her hands, the fabric slipped off his shoulders and down to the floor.
She ran her hands down his bare arms, to his hands, and then lifted them up for inspection. He clenched his fists tight, causing the muscle of his arms and chest to tense and bulge. But as she turned his fists over she noticed he was hard already. When the cameraman came in for a close-up, the crowd cheered with love for the sight of it. If this was a porn shoot, Andrea would be on her knees to take the thick meat of his cock in her mouth. It was certainly inviting enough. A long, thick shaft of deliciousness.
She stood back and let go of Ken’s fists, trying not to let her eyes linger for too long. The announcer held the tip of the microphone to her mouth. ...
This is for all you pussy-fisting lovers! I'm not quite sure where the inspiration for this one came from, but the idea hit me somewhere between the Bonneville Raceway in Utah and Los Angeles, California.
Blurb:
The Annual Adult Dirty Games are on at the island of Mamas Titas. Will the undefeated female champion finally be brought to her knees and be given the good, high hard one by her opponent?Fisticuffs takes on an all new meaning in this Twisted Fists short story!
Part 3 Excerpt:
Ken weighed just ten pounds more than her, but he was considerably larger, muscles bulkier. His reach was much further than hers, but Andrea’s flexibility and intense thigh-strength gave her a competitive edge. Yet none of these positives made her heart beat any slower as his name was announced and he came toward her. Slow, determined, measured strides that she could feel through the floor. Closer, closer.
The announcer stepped back, letting the two opponents face each other. “And in our Dirty Games tradition at Cuntequilla, the fighters must disrobe each other and declare each other fit for fist fighting.”
It was like dropping a kink bomb—the building erupted with noise so loud that Andrea couldn’t hear the announcer’s next instructions. She knew what to do, though. She reached out, going for the cording that held Ken’s robe closed, and pulled the tie loose. The fabric parted, showing his light chest hair, and she slid her hands up his chest, under the edges of the collar, and to his shoulders. With a push of her hands, the fabric slipped off his shoulders and down to the floor.
She ran her hands down his bare arms, to his hands, and then lifted them up for inspection. He clenched his fists tight, causing the muscle of his arms and chest to tense and bulge. But as she turned his fists over she noticed he was hard already. When the cameraman came in for a close-up, the crowd cheered with love for the sight of it. If this was a porn shoot, Andrea would be on her knees to take the thick meat of his cock in her mouth. It was certainly inviting enough. A long, thick shaft of deliciousness.
She stood back and let go of Ken’s fists, trying not to let her eyes linger for too long. The announcer held the tip of the microphone to her mouth. ...
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