LOLerotica

***I have a crazy sense of humor and this is one of my favorite writes where I did a LOLerotica piece. Hope you enjoy it!



DEBBIE DOES DILLARDS




Debbie could not wait. She had been building the anticipation within her for several weeks now. Even her boyfriend Paul supported her decision to be with another woman. Debbie counted the days on the calendar until she would be reunited with her special friend Tanya. Tanya had promised her that she would give her immense pleasure in ways Debbie could never dream of. At that moment, Debbie realized she had found the one. The one who would be gentle with her. The one who would take her to places she once believed was unattainable. The one could make her reach climax and make her toes curl. Debbie prepared herself with her meeting with Tanya and she made a checklist of things she needed before she would see her. Debbie appreciated Paul’s attitude through all this. It gave her a warm feeling inside that Paul supported her choices and would be willing to accompany her on this exciting event. Debbie rewarded Paul by allowing him to watch and witness every waking moment of this experience. Hell, he could even capture pictures on his cell phone if he wanted too. It was the least she could do by dragging him along as he got a chance of seeing two women together. Debbie made a nervous sigh as she got ready.


Checking herself in the full length mirror one more time, she carefully chose the prettiest undergarments in her closet. She decided on a matching pair of lacy bra and panties. She slipped them on and felt the wonderful softness against her bare skin. She added the garter belts just for little bit of naughtiness. Deep down she knew Tanya would appreciate it. The lingerie accentuated her best curves and she wiggled into a sexy spaghetti strapped number complete with high heels and accessories to match. She wore a bright red shade of lipstick so that her lips appeared fuller and she curled her lashes so that Tanya would be mesmerized by her beauty. Debbie took one last look in the mirror and satisfied with her work grabbed her handbag and went out door with Paul.


They drove to Dillard’s Department Store as Debbie and Paul made their way past the perfume girls spraying scents like Obsession and Passion. Right now, the only passion that Debbie desired involved Tanya. They made their way through the throngs of customers until they found her. Tanya. An exotic beauty with long legs, a gorgeous body, and wearing a tight skirt that showed off her best assets. Tanya looked up from what she had been doing and recognized the couple coming toward her. She greeted Debbie with a hug and a kiss.



“Debbie! I’m so glad you’re here!” said Tanya.







“Tanya! I have been fantasizing about you for weeks!” answered Debbie.







“Well I certainly shouldn't keep you waiting.”







“Please don’t. I have been hoping for this moment and I don’t think I can wait any longer.”







“Don’t worry I’ll make you feel really special.”







“I’m sure you will.”







“Let's get started. I’ll be right back. I have a very pleasurable surprise for you Debbie. Something to make you feel like a natural woman!”







Debbie and Paul sat down in some chairs nearby as they waited for Tanya to return. Debbie constantly crossed and uncrossed her legs giving the lonely male customers a peep show by a sight of her garter belt or a flash of a leg. She enjoyed being watched and Paul loved that many men in the store desired her. The blood in his groin began to circulate as he fantasized about Debbie being with other men. Debbie’s body shivered with nervous energy guessing what Tanya’s pleasurable surprise might be. Already her nipples hardened underneath her lacy bra as mind raced with alluring images that she almost did not notice Tanya coming toward her carrying a box.







“Here’s your surprise Debbie!” Tanya smiled as she opened the container.







Inside Debbie stared at its magnificence. It was sleek, huge and gentle to the touch. Across its body from beginning to end displayed its hard pointed sharpness all pink and bright with an enormous width to it. Surely, just by looking at it, there was no way that it could fit inside Debbie but she was woman enough to try. Could it? Would it fit? Size does matter after all.




“Stuart Weitzman pink patent leather open peep toe stiletto pump in size 13!” Tanya finally said. “Do you think you can handle it?”




“Baby, I can handle anything,” Debbie purred as she slid it on her foot.


Immediately, a jolt of electricity surged through her body as it caressed her bare skin and move along her spine and at the back of her neck. She felt light as a feather as it coursed through her body. The current brought an incredible ripple of shockwaves as her body surrendered to the temptation of it.







“Mmmmmm. Tanya keep going. Don’t stop!” Debbie demanded.







“You wanted it real bad Debbie so I’m going to give it you real good!” smiled Tanya.







“Oooooo Tanya. Yes! That's how I want it!”







“Honey, that’s just the foreplay. It going to get even better. I still owe you a kiss!”







"Oooooo Tanya! Don't tease me! Kiss me already!"







Tanya retired once again to the back as Debbie allowed her body to cream in the Stuart Weitzmans. The bulge in Paul’s pants started to increase as he watched his girlfriend adjust her garter belt as she twirled around in the stilettos. He loved being a voyeur and enjoyed watching Debbie let go of her inhibitions. This really turned him on. Tanya came back out with a different box.







“Like I said I want to make you feel real good. Now for your special kiss from me!”







“Mmmmm Tanya. Yes please.”







“Manolo Blahniks black ballet flats! This style is called The Kiss."







“Ooooooo Tanya! That feels sooooo good! I finally have been kissed by a girl and I like it!”







"Now let me stretch it out for you so that it fits nice and tight! Yes that's it! Slide it in with those folds! Slide it in!"




"Mmmmmm Tanya! This is amazing!"




Immediately, the electrical surge flowed right threw her teasing her skin and causing her to flush in embarrassment. Already beads of sweat began to form around her forehead, her back and on her stomach as goosebumps started to show on her skin. Tanya was really working her good and she refused to let go of this emotion. Meanwhile Paul hid his huge erection with the Stuart Weitzman box as he watched the exchange between Debbie and Tanya. It felt like heaven.







“Debbie you’re feeling really good but I don’t think quite you’re full yet!”







“Fill me up Tanya! Fill me up!”







“You’re one greedy woman! Well then, how about if you take on two of them!”







“No Tanya! Not two! It won’t possible work! I'm not sure I can handle it!”




“Oh yes! You’re going to try on two for size and like it!”



At this point, the sensation had been too much. Two at the same time? She could not possibly handle it but she had too since she got herself in this predicament and now she had to endure it. The perspiration dripped through her skin as she felt the electric heat ran through her teasing her nipples and stroking her breasts with tremendous fervor. Her clit quivered with delight as she felt herself open up to this feeling of euphoria that Tanya kept putting her through. Paul silently jizzed in his jockey shorts as he kept watching Debbie writhe in pleasure but once again made sure that the Stuart Weitzman boxed kept him covered from exhibiting his wet spot.







“Jimmy Choo. Sandalwood color. I present the open toe wedge and the strappy espadrille!”







“OOOOOOOOOH Tanya! No more! I can’t take anymore!”







“Just one more! Come on you know you want it!”







“I can’t hold on much longer. I’m almost there!”







“Baby I’m going to take you there! You like being a bad girl?”







“Mmmmmmm. Yes I like being a bad girl!”







“Well bad girls need to be put in bondage!”







“Yes bondage me Tanya! Bondage me! Ooooooh! I’m a bad girl!”







Tanya made a quick dash in and out and returned with a final black and silver box. Debbie could instantly feel her release even before she opened the box.







“Debbie! Let me present to you the limited edition Dolce and Gabbana gold gladiator sandals called The Bondage!”



“YES! YES! OH GOD! YES!”


Debbie immediately soaked her Victoria Secret panties as soon as Tanya put her in bondage. She took a minute to regain her composure as she did a walk of shame to fetch her American Express card from her purse while Paul bathed in an afterglow moment. Tanya carried her five purchases to the register.







“Debbie that will be $8362.74.” Tanya state and swiped her credit card. “I’m sorry Debbie you card is maxed out!”




Debbie's amazing bliss came to a screeching halt. She felt empty, lonely, used, and unsatisfied.



End.

Fan Fiction

***This the first erotica piece I ever did that was part of a fan fiction Yaoi inspired manga/film called Ai No Kusabi. What I enjoyed about the plot was that it incorporated themes of political corruption, socio-economic issues, and gender roles set against a love story struggling against political turmoil and dictatorship. Read the The Story first to get a insight of the background.


The Story: Set in a dystopian future, the humans of the planet Amoi created a master supercomputer called Jupiter to help their lives easier and make them more technologically advanced. However, Jupiter's artificial intelligence realizes humans cannot be trusted to govern themselves and uses its power to overpower and control humanity. (Think of movies like The Terminator and The Matrix.) The humans rebel and try to overthrow Jupiter but in the end the supercomputer wins and wipes the majority of the human race. From the ashes of this apocalypse, Jupiter creates an elite society of wealthy humans who join its side and any surviving rebels are forced into enslavement and work under horrible condtions in the slums of the ruined city of Ceres. To ensure that no insurgence ever occurs, Jupiter sterilizes the vast population by diminshing the females who might give birth to any future rebels. Those that are born are born naturally in Ceres are referred to as Mongrels identified by their dark hair and quickly orphaned or forced to work in one of Jupiter's work camps. Jupiter ensures it's prosperity by genetically creating emotionless generals called Blondies, named after their hair color, thus establishing a social order based upon hair color to distinguish between the caste systems in a dictatorship society. Living among the elite in high rise floating cities like Tanagura and Midas, the Blondies enforce the rules of Jupiter and eraticate anyone who stands in their way. One of the most common practices is a form of sexual slavery where elites purchase Mongrels as pets and use them in any way shape or form. Though Blondies can purchase a pet, they are expected not to engage in any sexual contact with them as to prevent any emotional connection they might have. One such Blondie, Iason Mink, breaks that cardinal rule and purchases a pet name Riki who sells his body to save his gang of Mongrel thieves from being hunted down. This is where our story begins....

AI NO KUSABI


The booming crash of thunder could be heard from the echoing city of Midas as a downpour of rain began making pitter patter sounds across the concrete of the penthouse suite. From the huge window, I looked down at its residents, my face pressed against the cold, foggy glass wondering if the other members of my gang inquired about my whereabouts. I placed the palm of my hand against the glass as my fingers made a white frosted streak down my reflection. I leaned my forehead even closer to the window pane thinking about how I came to this situation that I did hear my Master come in.




“Riki?”




The voice came from him. Iason Mink. A Blondie elite and Amoi political leader. Dressed in his regal uniform, Iason looked the part of Jupiter’s favorite lackey, one of many clones the super computer created to do his dirty work. Iason was no different than any other genetic creation that Jupiter brought to life in a test tube and made into its personal general to ensure that mankind would be controlled and dominated. Chiseled, fair haired, muscular and intelligent he represented everything us humans despised about the elite. The very same ones who destroyed our society, diminished our race, and eliminated any hope of utopian world. My eyes burned with inner rage at what he turned me into as his personal slave. His pet. Something to toyed with and thrown away. I had become his property and him my Master.






“You seem rather glib,” Iason smirked as he sat down to stare at me. “I hope I didn’t distract you from your petty theft with friends.”






I turned my head away as I said nothing. I despised the way he made it seem he was doing me a favor of making me his pet. Once again, Iason had searched me out in the slums of Ceres where my gang prepared to steal an elite's car to sell its parts on the Black Market. During the altercation with another rival gang, I became outnumbered and got beaten unconscious. Iason rescued me, or so he claims, and took me to the floating city of Midas to heal me. If wanted me to feel grateful, I wasn’t.



“How did you find me?” I inquired with my fists clenched.




“Your ring,” said Iason pointing to my crotch. “It’s a homing beacon for any pet. It’s allows any Master know where their property is at any time should they decide to run away.”



The ring in question was the device Iason had me outfitted with around my penis. Only a Master could place it on their pet or remove at will. Any attempt to take it off would cause bodily injury or even death to its wearer so very few even tried to accomplish this feat. With this revelation now surfaced it only made me more aware that I had been now reduced to being nothing more than chattel to my Master. Damn him!





“Don’t act surprised,” grimaced Iason sipped a glass of champagne as he explained this to me. “I was not going to let my personal property get damaged after I paid a hefty price for it.”






“I thought you gave me permission to come and go as I pleased?” I responded lifting my eyes to meet his.






“I did. But not your freedom. Be aware that you are still my pet and still belong to me. If I request for you, I expect you to come to me. That is our arrangement and what I expect from you.”






I could not deny this fact. Unlike other pets that are used and discarded by their Masters, Iason released the reins of my leash as to provide me some semblance of emancipation or control over my life. However, I could ever forgive him for making me his personal pet.






“Now Riki I have had a long day and need some attention from my pet. Please prepare yourself.”





I entered Iason's dressing room and found my pet garments. Leather harness. Leather thong. Neck and wrist manacles. I undressed, showered, put on the attire and stepped out to meet my Master. Iason seemed pleased with my appearance and approached me. Locking the chains that hook to my wrist and neck, he had me kneeling on the floor to face him.



“What would you like me to do Master Iason?” I gritted through my teeth with eyes glaring down at the marble floor beneath me.




Iason unbuttoned his pants to release his straining shaft that had been trapped in his trousers all day. Erect and at full attention, he began to stroke himself as he pulled my neck collar toward him. It propelled me forward as I crawled closer to his awaiting shaft that ached to be obeyed.





I swirled my tongue against the hard tip of him as I stroked the head of it which seemed to please him as he laid his head back. I continued to work my way down suckling the right sack of his scrotum and allowing it to pop in out of my mouth and switching sides to the left side as Iason’s fingers played with the strands of my dark hair. I finished with pleasing him in his shaft’s underbelly and began to lick up to the tip once more and repeating the process with my tongue which Iason responded with a silent grunt of pleasure. But I had not finished yet as I ended the procedure with the final taste of him by inhaling his entire shaft in my mouth. Iason bucked his bare hips with each rhythm as I worked his hardness with the sensation of my deep throat and hot breath under a cover of wet saliva.




“Enough!” Iason ordered as he roughly yanked my neck collar forcing me to the tile floor. I turned my head away not willing to face him. I refused to show weakness no matter how he degraded me and I never failed in that effort. I would not begin now.




Iason grabbed my wrist manacle and tugged me forward forcing toward the back of the wall of the penthouse suite. His face moved closed to mine as we stared at one another as I inhaled the closeness of his masculine scent.






“Riki, do you know why decided to purchase you as my pet?” asked Iason pinning my wrists against the wall.





“No,” I answered unsure of what his intentions were.





He leaned in close to me and caressed my neck. His lips felt soft as a shot of electric heat surged through me. I hated how my body responded to his closeness but I could not do anything about the situation. He whispered in ear as his blonde hair stroked my check gently.



Iason placed his hand down my leather thong and he began to massage my groin and carefully removing the ring from my penis with his strong fingers. My body betrayed me even further as I ached with immense pleasure to his touch. I turned to face him with anger in my eyes.







“Because I knew you were much stronger than any submissive pet I have had. You don’t cower to me. I loathe submission. It bores me. You are different than any Mongrel slave. You intrigue me.”






Iason placed his hand down my leather thong and he began to massage my groin and carefully removing the ring from my penis with his strong fingers. My body betrayed me even further as I ached with immense pleasure to his touch. I turned to face him with anger in my eyes.


“I may be different than any Mongrel slave that you’ve had Iason! But remember I am Mongrel nonetheless and proud! Born and bred to a human mother and father! Your kind Blondie wouldn’t know anything about that since our great supercomputer dictator Jupiter created you from a test tube! You have no compassion! You have no human feeling! You’re simply a slave like me! The only thing is that I accept what I am! Can you?”






My words must have struck a chord with Iason whose face changed to one of anger. He suddenly pulled the chains of my manacles rougher than before and dragged me to his sleeping quarters. Quickly stripping of my pet attire, he pushed me on to the bed. He too also undressed and began to come toward me. My apprehensiveness of what Iason might be capable of did give me a sense of fear but I would not allow him the privilege of taking away my courage. Iason stopped himself to look at me and it for first time I noticed something different in him. Perhaps it the light of the reflecting moon at night but I finally noticed how beautiful he looked. With the face of an angel and the body of a god, Iason looked so virile and masculine but in reality I knew he had the temperament of a demon incarnate.




“It looks like I need to provide another lesson to my pet,” said Iason as he approached me.






Removing the manacles from my neck and wrist, he ordered me to stay where I was and went to the nearby cabinet to remove several lotions. Unscrewing the bottle cap off one of them, he began to massage the ointment into both my wrists and neck where the manacles bore into my skin. He then turned me over onto my stomach and began massaging my back. His fingers kneading into my skin as my mind wandered into a state of confusion over his gentleness.






“Iason, why are you showing kindness after what I said?” I asked him.






“Like I said Riki, I do not appreciate my personal property being damaged,” he replied. “And like you said, I have no human emotion. I am without feeling. I am simply a slave to a super computer.”






Upon those words, Iason forcefully turned me around on to my back. Now facing him, I could swear I sensed a smile coming from him as he began to trail kisses from my neck down to my slender chest. His mouth licked, suckled, and formed a path from both my nipples down to my groin as he lifted my legs with his strong hands and took my shaft in his mouth and began to taste me. The sensation of his hot mouth on me made feel guilty that I had been enjoying it but my body gave in to his techniques as Iason caused me to submit to him.


I clenched the bed sheets with both hands and his golden hair stroked my body enslaving me to his touch. As much as I hated to admit what he was doing me, I greedily wanted him to do more. Eason lifted his head from me and smiled.






“I see my pet seems pleased,” he said as he continued.






My eyes stared at the ceiling realizing my mistake that I had failed to remain dominant to my will when Eason clearly owned that. He might have taken my freewill, my body, and life but I would never give him my soul. That would remain with me.






Iason moved up my body to kiss me. I could nothing but oblige him as our lips touched. Once again that surge of electricity shot through my body as I allowed my lips and my tongue to touch his. He moved himself up and grabbed a different bottle of ointment near the bed and began to pour it into his hands. Before I could question him, I felt him stretch my forbidden hole of my sphincter apart with his finger. In and out of me, he spread me as this part of my anal cavity caved in to this examination as he continuously probed in order to get me to relax during this moment of foreplay.



“Tell me Riki,” he asked me. “Does your ex-lover Guy make you feel this good?”






I said nothing as he knew how to throw a dagger into my heart. He was talking about Guy, one of the leaders of our gang and my ex-lover. Guy had been the one who took my virginity and the only one I felt a bond with but I never enjoyed physical intimacy with him. Sex with Guy often became rough and unknowable but with Iason I felt a measure of pure bliss that I never thought I could feel with another person. After I became Iason’s pet slave, it had been part of our agreement that Guy and the rest of our gang would be left alone. By paying Iason with my body, my gang would escape persecution by Jupiter’s elite police force that might punish them with imprisonment or even death. Guy never knew what I had done to protect them. They could never know. The sacrifice had been too great. Even after Guy confessed that he loved me, I realized that I would never return the same feelings that he had of me.






“You seem distance Riki,” commented Iason. “You usually respond better to my touches.”






“Guy said he loved me,” I said to Iason as it this had been my final confession.



“I see. Let me see if I can make you forget him.”






Taking the last of the ointment, he began stroking his shaft as entered me. I shuddered at his touch as he began with the head of himself and worked the thickness into my anus. With each time he kept moving himself in, the muscles loosened and allowed him to enter me with ease as I allowed myself to relax and let him make love to me with the same aggressive gentleness as he had done many times before.






“Tell…me….what you…want Riki!”






“My….freedom…Iason!”

“You…know…I can’t!”

“Can’t..or..won’t!”

“Don’t…ask…that of me… Riki!”

“Why...won’t…you let me…go Iason?”



“Because…you’re mine! You …belong to me!”






Shocked at his words, I looked above at Iason who had me pinned to the bed. He thrust into me one last time as we shot a stream of liquid warmth together in unison. Iason maneuvered himself around to my side and put his muscular arm around me holding me close as he kissed my ear and whispered.



“We already too close to the edge in this Riki. It’s forbidden for me show any affection for pet, whether physical or emotional. Jupiter does not allow it. It could mean the death for the both of us.”






I turned to face him. A tear welled in my eye as I looked at my Master. He always seemed the cold, distant image of a political general to Jupiter’s army. Yet at this moment, there appeared to be some spark of light in his eyes. Iason took his finger to wipe away the liquid dew forming from my face.






“Iason, I do have a question,”






“What is it?”






“Do you even feel anything for me?”






Iason sighed, said nothing and stared away. His cold demeanor seemed to return.






“You know Riki, I can not answer that question. But if the roles were to be reversed, would I ask the same of you knowing the position we are in?”






“I suppose I couldn’t answer that question either,” I responded as we both stared at one another tangled in the sheets wondering how we let the boundaries of Master and slave be compromised.






No matter how much Iason and me attempted fight it. We were no longer Master and pet. Blondie or Mongrel. Enemy or friend. We broke down the barriers, crossed the border that separated us, and rebelled against our better judgment. We were now lovers. Nothing good could come from it.


END.

Meeting in the Men's Room

***Note this story contains unsafe sexual practices and even though this is purely a work of fiction, I do not support the idea of barebacking (no condom) sex play. Please have sex responsibly and always a wear a condom to prevent the spread of STD's and HIV!



The Man




The suited man sat in his car staring at his Rolex. 11:00 p.m. He had a long day at work and he needed a release. Being a marketing executive for the top advertising agency can take a toll on a person. Loosening his tie, he stared at the dimly lit men’s restroom illuminated by the lamp post nearby. The park was empty. No one in plain sight and certainly no cops patrolling the area looking for any closeted men soliciting sex. Just him in a dark parking lot. Alone. Another ten minutes he told himself. His prayers were answered as he watched a masculine figure enter the restroom. He got of his car and followed.


He opened the restroom door and noticed one of the stalls occupied. Should he dare? He decided against it and went to the closest urinal to relieve himself. A line of piss hit the porcelain as his mind raced with dirty thoughts. He grabbed his dick after he emptied himself and shook the last remaining droplets off. Zipping himself up, he noticed himself beginning to get hard. His mind raced with anticipation as he entered the next stall over. He sat on the throne and listened for any sound from his neighbor. Nothing. He stared at the floor and could make out the images of a leather boot underneath the stall. His mind fantasized again as he unbuttoned his trousers and began to masturbate. He began to work his hard cock around for while fantasizing about his neighbor and what he might be doing right now. Tugging himself up and down, he hoped that this would his lucky night to get laid.


He remained quiet as he listened to his neighbor stand up with his leather boots facing him underneath the stall. Through a broken opening in the stall, his neighbor did the unthinkable and pushed through his massive cock through a broken opening in the wall. This new opening would be the new glory hole. The suited man stared at the enormity of his neighbor. Ten inches in length and three inches in girth! His fantasy would finally be realized tonight.




“SUCK IT!” ordered his neighbor through the other side of the stall.




The suited man got down on his knees, his hand still on his hard cock, and began to take in his mouth all of his neighbor’s enormous manmeat. His neighbor grunted as he swallowed the full extent of this mighty phallus tickling his throat and gagging on it in the process. The suited man swore that his neighbor must be enjoying his technique as heard him grunt in pleasure during each slurp of his mouth. Still wet with his saliva, his neighbor withdrew his giant member from the newly annointed glory hole.




Left confused and bewildered, the suited man picked himself from the floor and began pulling up his pants. However, his neighbor interrupted him with a loud knock on the stall door. He slowly unlocked the hinge and finally got a look at his trick of the night. Standing before him in glorious leather, his muscular leather man grabbed him by the hair and once again brought him to his knees.


The leather man pushed his hard cock into the suited man’s mouth so that his pleasure could be appeased. The suited man relished in being used repeatedly as he fucked his leather man with his mouth. Taking every inch of his leather man, the suited man took in the scent of the leather man’s musk as he licked every inch of his dominant lover’s manmeat. Being the submissive that he is, the suited man paid every attention to his lover’s needs and ensured that his master’s satisfaction would be fulfilled.




“YEAH SUCK IT!” the leather man barked as bucked his hips with each cock stroke.




The suited man could not get enough of his leather man’s phallus. He continued to massage him with mouth as he worked his way around the scrotum and up to the tip of the leather man’s cock.




The leather man pulled away once more and pushed the suited man to the back of the stall. Locking the stall door behind him, the leather man pulled down the suited man’s trousers and bent him over the toilet. Spitting into his three fingers, the leather man gently pushed them inside the forbidden hole of the suited man. Gaping the area and spreading it wide, the suited man moaned in pleasure upon this violation.


“YOU LIKE THAT?” the leather man asked.




“Mmmmmm..yeah!” grunted the suited man.




Spitting a bigger wad into his hand, the leather man greased up his huge cock and began tearing a pathway into the suited man’s hole. The suited man screamed as his tight hole stretched to accommodate the leather’s girth as it slid in and out of him. Holding the toilet tighter, the suited man bit his lip as he felt the muscles of his small hole loosening. This and the combination of the leather man slamming himself to the full hilt of the suited man’s backside nearly caused him to climax.




“YEAH! TAKE THAT BIG DICK!” yelled the leather man. “YOU LIKE THAT BIG DICK IN YOUR ASS?”




“Mmmmm…..yes I do!” grunted the suited man in response.




YOU LIKE IT WHEN I’M FUCKING YOU?”




“Aaaaaah…..yes…”




“DO YOU WANT ME TO CUM ON ALL OVER YOU ASS!”




“Please…ahhh…come all….ahhh..my ass!”




The leather man withdrew and shot a stream of semen all over the suited man’s buttocks. The suited man in return stroked himself and released his seed on to the bathroom floor. Spent and panting, the two said nothing as they cleaned themselves up and adjusted their clothes. No phone numbers were exchanged. No names were mentioned. They both were there for one reason. One reason only and that was sex. Hot, dirty, anonymous sex! The leather man had been the first to leave. The suited men soon followed after.




The suited man got back into his car and once again stared at the empty park at night. He definitely would return again. He looked at his Rolex. 11:30 p.m. Time to get home to the wife and kids.


END.

A Little Sci-Fi Action

**I did this little sci-fi piece as part of a fantasy write for the blog group XXX Treehouse on Myspace (coincidentally most of these posts are from there). It was inspired from the film Gene Revolution starring Bai Ling.

SYNTHOID





Light Year 5010



The Pleasure City of Aragos on the Planet Nevus


General Ez’Ra Or’Resho inhaled the scented aroma of the whore’s perfume as she entered his private room. The greasy, rodent pimp known as Skraag introduced her as Thana, a synthetic clone, created from a race long since been extinct on the planet Alluria. Allurians were known to be attractive creatures, exotic beings with dark tresses of hair, dark eyes, and tan colored bodies. They were also known to been blessed with multiple skills in the bed chamber. Coveted as concubines and mistresses by royalty, dictators, emperors, and political leaders, Allurians offered their services for a hefty price if one could afford their fee. Thana was no exception.


“Five thousand zool and not a credit more vermin!” snapped the general.



“Five thousand is quite a generous offer,” stammered Skraag. “I am certain you will be most please with Thana.”



Skraag ordered Thana to her knees as she submitted to her pimp in total obedience. He took a metal collar from his pocket, fastened it around her neck before locking the clasp that connected to the chain leash which Skraag grasped in his hand. The rodent pimp handed the leash to the general and began to dispense information on how to handle his property correctly.



“Tug on the reins of the leash tightly to ensure she pleasures you correctly,” commented Skraag. “The Allurian will not disappoint you I assure you.”



“Just get out!” spat General Ez’Ra pointing to the door.



“Of course General,” cowered the pimp as he backed away. “Have fun with your new toy.” Skraag giggled as he left the room with his rat tail trailing behind him.



Left alone with Thana, General Ez’Ra surveyed his newest purchase. He paced back and forth, stared at the female, and began to examine her from every angle. Thana stared blankly at the wall as she heard the general finally speak.



“Tell me clone, do synthoids like yourself have feelings?” he smirked. “Do you feel any connection to the people you were designed from? Sadness or even anger perhaps? Rage toward me in particular knowing that my people the Pathors destroyed your planet? I assume you would since technically speaking you are the last of your kind even though you are a clone.”


Thana’s eyes did not move as she remained silent. She gazed at the wall void of any emotion as the general continue to speak.



“Ah but how can you feel at all? You are a synthoid. A genetic humanoid conceived in a lab, breeded by science, and sold as chattel to the very alien who eradicated your people,” taunted the general. “Thana, is it? Well Thana, you bear no intelligence, pride, or humanoid connection to anyone. You are simply nothing but a pet who is here to please me and for I am going to enjoy myself immensely taking pleasure in your pain.”



Thana felt the hard pull of her metal collar restricted her breath. She gasped as the general yanked the chain even harder causing her to collapse on to the floor. Down on all fours, General Ez’Ra exerted more force as she crawled to her knees only to lift her head to his feet.


“Allurian bitch. Get up,” the general directed. Thana kneeled before him. Her face emotionless but coughing a few times when he would make several more tugs to her chain cutting off her oxygen. “Use your mouth to pleasure me.”



Thana did as she was instructed. Her latexed fingers found the buttons of his uniformed pants as she undid his trousers to release his hard prick straining underneath. She clasped the cock between her gloved fingers and began to stroke him up and down. The dry, stickiness of the latex became uncomfortable but she remedied that by secreting some of her own saliva on to the head of his cock before twisting and pulling it to keep it lubricated. Feeling that he was ready, Thana pressed her lips down to him and began to suck on him as the general stared at the Allurian clone impressed by her masterful skills.



“Excellent my pet. Yes! Suck it! That is right. Drink my cock in!” he ordered. He looked down at Thana’s dark eyes as she swallowed him whole feeling her hot breath tease him with her tongue. He pushed himself deeper into her throat as he heard a small cough escape her lips but remained immune to her feelings.



“Would you like to know what happened to the Allurians my sweet Thana?” asked the general. “Our warrior clan the Pathors had them eradicated. You see my innocent clone, the thirteen planets of Quadrant Five attempted to remain in a peace in accordance with the treaty of the Galactic Alliance. Pathors believed Quadrant Five needed to be ruled with an iron fist unifying the planets under the authority of our emperor. We broke the treaty and began the conflict to prove we were the stronger beings that deserved to rule Quadrant Five. The planet Alluria was the first to oppose us which resulted in their extermination.”



Silence. Thana continued to give the general oral attention as more boastful rants came from his mouth. Pushing her head away, General Ez’Ra kicked off his pants and stood up. He pulled Thana in front him, turned her around so that her back was facing him, and bent her over with her hands spread against the wall. Then with nimble fingers, he pulled down her leather bottoms to gain access to her female folds before spreading her lips apart with his hands.



“It was a glorious sight!” He bragged. “To see the Allurians conquered and destroyed by Pathors. We demonstrated to the Alliance who truly deserved to rule Quadrant Five! They were fools to think they could oppose us and discovered the consequences as we controlled four of their thirteen planets! You Allurians were the easiest to conquer that it makes such a shame we could not enslave you! Your female kind makes fitting pleasure drones.”



The teasing of his hands became too much for Thana as her sugar walls began to release some her liquid nectar. General Ez’Ra could not wait any longer and wiggled his erect prick into her feminine folds. With one hand around her waist and the other grasping the chain, he pushed into her hard. Thana moaned in silence as she felt his cock spread her wide as her legs shivered to his invasion. His hard cock entered and withdrew with force as he pulled the chain even tighter with each thrust.



“That is right Thana! We will conquer all of Quadrant Five in this war as I have conquered you!” wailed General Ez’Ra as he pushed a few more times into her. Thana cried in what seemed to be mixture of pleasure and pain which only intoxicated the general even more as he fucked her harder and faster.



Maneuvering the chain around waist and up between her legs, the general wrapped the remaining piece of leash around his cock and scrotum as he entered Thana even more furiously while squeezing the chain around his groin. The sensation felt unbearable as General Ez’Ra groaned as the veins of his Pathors’ blood constricted as the head of his prick entered Thana’s feminine folds. Meanwhile, the Allurian synthoid moaned in response as she felt the cold metal of the chain massage the opening of her clit and lips each time the general fucked her.



“You enjoy my cock in you Allurian? Do you..AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” screeched General Ez’Ra as he released the metal leash and shot a web of semen across Thana’s feminine opening and thighs. The dewy liquid stained his uniformed trousers as he pushed Thana to the floor and sat down to examine his pleasure.



With her eyes blank, Thana laid her head on to the floor with her body raised up in a catlike position. General Ez’Ra grinned and pulled on the leash of her metal collar to make her crawl to him.



“Clean me up Allurian bitch with your tongue!” he told Thana made his way to him on her knees and did as she was instructed. She stuck out her tongue and licked away the milky white residue from his uniformed pants. Swallowing the remnants of his seed from his prick, she slowly allowed her latex, gloved fingers to touch his hands.



With quick agility, Thana wrapped the metal chain around the general’s neck squeezing the air from his Pathor’s lungs. General Ez’Ra dropped his hands from the leash to stare at his assailant.



“Well General Ez’Ra, looks like I am the one who has conquered you,” smiled Thana. She raised her knee to make contact to his abdomen kicking the air from his body forcing him to fall to the ground on his back. Thana rushed to the nearby table where a gun was hidden and raised it toward the general.


“YOU SYNTHOID CLONE WHORE! YOU DARE TRY TO KILL A PATHOR!” shrieked the general.



“I am no clone you bastard!” she shouted back. “I am a true Allurian! The very last you say of my kind!”



“But how?” asked the general. “We killed your race years ago when we destroyed your planet! You could not have survived that nuclear blast!”



“I was not on the planet at the time of the war,” explained Thana. “I was working for the Alliance as a translator to ensure peace negotiations between planets. You Pathors incited the war which destroyed my home, killed my family, and my people as well as countless as other alien races! I bear no sympathy toward you and your kind and will take pleasure in killing you!”



“You are an assassin then? An agent of the Alliance?”



“That is correct General Ez’Ra. Many of us from the other vanquished planets that survived the attack by the Pathors were recruited and trained to fight and kill. In war, victory is all that matters! Your warrior race recognizes that fully! In fact, my pimp Skraag is from the planet Ioma. The third planet you extinguished!”



“She is correct general,” said Skraag who entered the room with a laser rifle in his hand. “Our sources knew you could not resist any whore since you tend to enjoy such a distraction during war and tracked you to the pleasure city of Aragos. It was only a matter of time before we found you and arranged this private meeting.”



“What do you hope to gain by killing me?” smirked the general.



“Leverage. An advantage in this war you created,” responded Skraag. “You one part of the Pathors’ Achilles Heel. If we remove all the necessary leaders and all the significant players, the Pathors will have no one to lead them. Your soldiers will topple and with no one to maintain their infrastructure the Alliance can defeat your planet and restore order and peace back to Quadrant Five!”



“A very foolproof strategy but you forget that a Pathor is willing to die for his cause,” said General Ez’Ra. He knocked Thana down and rushed toward Skraag wrestling with the rodent pimp for the laser rifle. The general proved to be a much more experienced opponent grabbed the rifle from Skraag and shot him. Skraag collapsed instantly to the floor.



“SKRAAAAAG!” screamed Thana attempting to get off the ground to aid her friend but stopped when she felt the temple of the laser rifle to her forehead.







“I guess my death will not be at your hands tonight Allurian bitch!” laughed General Ez’Ra as he spat into her face. “Before I kill you, be happy knowing that you were a Pathor’s best fuck ever!”



Thana had only a few seconds to react before he pulled the trigger. She sweeped her feet making contact with his ankle causing the general to trip over and flipped backward to retrieve her gun. General Ez’Ra soon regained his balance to fire but Thana was quicker and made one shot to his groin. The Pathor general dropped the rifle and doubled over in pain.



“YOU ALLURIAN WHORE! I’LL KILL YOU!” he shrieked.



She fired two round hitting him squarely in the chest. Puddles of blood fell around him as she fired the final shot to his head. She fired a few more rounds just to ensure he was dead.



“Looks like general, I’ve shown you pleasure through my pain!” she told his corpse as she kicked him. She quickly rushed to Skraag’s side who was gasping for breath. “Skraag, I have to get you to a doctor!”



“It is…too late…Thana,” he murmured. “I…am…dying…”



“No Skraag! Hold on! I can still get help!” cried Thana as she wept tears for her fallen friend.



“You…must continue…the mission,” Skraag managed to get the words out. “Victory…is all…that matters…in this war…Farewell my…Allurian friend!”



Skraag’s eyes closed as silence filled the room. Shaken, Thana got up from the floor and left. The mission needed to be completed. Victory is all that matter. She is Thana. An Allurian. The last of her kind and an assassin agent for the Galactic Alliance. It is her calling.



END.

Sweet Very Sweet

*This one is really different from my usual erotic fare but I had written this for a regular blog group as part of an assignment which I was inspired by this haunting image.



Dream Lover


Of my vanishing angel
What's the story?
Are you the Devil incarnate
To condemn me to pleasurable glory?

Wrapped in crushed silk
To caress your soft skin,
Entwined in your haunting scent
Sharing secrets from within.

Buried between your legs
As your Roman God MARS
United as one with the universe
The sun, moon, and stars.

I beg for a kiss from you
My Galatea made flesh
Delicate bones and supple thighs
Dainty hands and perfect breasts.

What would I give to you?
All the world's gold, silver, jewels and money
Just to spend more night in your arms
To taste once more of your sweet honey.

To stroke the arch of your back
And join you in utter bliss,
Opening up that treasure chest
And exploring our lasciviousness.

Our bodies melded to the core
In undeniable propensity
Submitting to our human desires
Celebrating lustful curiosity and serendipity.

My addiction to you,
It remains intact
You've cursed me pleading more
As you peform your vanishing act.

Has this been your ruse all along?
To torment me with this scheme?
Have mercy upon this poor soul
My fantasy lover of my dreams!

That's Just a Typical Night Out! (A Poem for Crazies)

The Wild Party


Cum one and cum all!
Bring yourself, a friend, two or three!
You’re invited to my orgy ball
Hosted by lil’ ol’ me!



There’s something for everyone

Don’t you wanna be naughty and bad?

The party’s just begun

All guests are anonymous at my pad!



We’ve got dominatrixes and leather men

And fluffers to blow,

A guest named Big Ben

And even a Donkey Show!



We’ve got slaves strapped to a swing

Lesbians wearing strap-ons

Gay Doms ready with a cock ring

And weird fetishes like used tampons!



We’ve got asses that are gaped

Lube, condoms, or sponge

Don’t think you can escape

With ten fingers inside you ready to plunge.



The ball gags are ready

Break out the whips and the chains!

Keep that slave steady!

As I teach him pleasure through pain!



My nipples are clamped,

The candle wax hot

My panties are now damp

Ready for a facial pop shot?



My wet pussy is stuffed with cock

As well as my ass for a DP

I must have squirted a block

Or was that pee?



The sex toys are all scattered

Or being lost in someone’s poop chute

But why does it matter

When everyone is playing their skin flute?



The trannies and she-males are shooting porn

With the midgets holding the camcorder,

I just discovered a new use for corn

As a dildo but not necessarily in that order.



Some of the go-go boys started a daisy chain,

Others had scat to devour,

A few of the bi-sexuals pulled a train

While others performed a golden shower.



Everyone was turned on by the sound

Of bodies entwined and the echos of moaning

Which could be heard from the ground

Of skin slapping and partners moaning.



Ignoring the banging on my door

As I was lost in my pleasurable sin,

The stomps got louder across the floor

As the cops came barging in.



“What the fuck?” said the cops

Flashing their badges and guns.

“Ooooo baby,” I purred. “Don’t stop.”

“Come and join in the fun.”



Turned on by what they saw

And wanting a piece of my booty

They stripped and fucked me raw

Performing their public duty.



My sex weekend went on

And continued through Monday

Guests came and gone

As I was fucked three ways from Sunday!



When the wild party finally ended

And I cleaned up the fluids left on the floor,

I wished my the time had extended

For my opportunity to be a whore.



For you see this is my last hurrah,

No more wild parties from then on now

As I take an oath of celibacy and live a life of blah

When I joined the convent and took my holy vows.

Gay Rights in The Making

Stonewall


San Francisco, California 2010



Happy Birthday to me! Joshua Barrett sang the celebratory tune to himself as put the finishing touches on the chocolate cake that he baked for himself. Today he turned seventy and he wanted to celebrate the evening by inviting a few friends and neighbors that lived in his complex for a birthday dinner. He dusted. He vacuumed. He even went as far as put up a few balloons and streamers around his apartment to get into that festive mood. His mind was so preoccupied that he almost forgot to change the tablecloth and put up a centerpiece. He went into the closet of his bedroom and dug out some old relics from his trunk. A knick-knack here. A brick-a-brack there. Chachkes everywhere. His fingers accidentally grazed something flat at the bottom of the drunk and he pulled it out. It was a photograph. Then he remembered.





Stonewall Inn, New York City 1969



Thirty year old Joshua needed liquid courage. Concealed in the shadows of the lamplight, he watched several patrons enter the establishment. He debated whether or not to follow and go in with them but hesitated. This place was rumored to cater to people like him. People who considered themselves different and enjoyed the company of others of a certain variety, it was at this point that his curiosity got the better of him and he made his way across the street to the Stonewall Inn.



He approached the door and knocked. The sliding peephole withdrew and a pair of menacing eyes looked him up and down in his sports coat and corduroys and answered.



“Password,” said the deep voice.



“I don’t know the password,” Joshua replied.



“You’re probably one of those Alice Blue Gowns!” the voice boomed. “No password. No entrance. Go away!”



“Relax Max he’s with me,” commented a voice behind Joshua.



Joshua turned around and saw a handsome looking stranger with a mustache wearing a leather jacket and pants smiling back at him. The stranger parked his motorcycle near the sidewalk and walked up to the door.



“Christian he needs to know the password to get in,” interrupted the voice. “Them’s the rules!”



“Fine,” replied the biker named Christian and pulled Joshua aside and whispered some words in his ear. “Now tell Max the bouncer.”



“Uhh Pink Pride?” Joshua blurted out. The pair of eyes disappeared behind the peep hole and the door opened allowing him and Christian inside the club.



Joshua’s eyes scanned the room as he observed the people inside. Men danced with men. Women with women. Men dressed in female clothing while women wore men’s suits and hats. For once he felt like he belonged. A tap on the shoulder woke him up from his trance.



“Okay buddy, I helped you out and you owe me a drink,” announced the stranger named Christian. The biker took his arm and pulled him toward the bar where Joshua paid for the bartender for two beers. His eyes returned to the patrons inside. “First time, huh?”



“I’m sorry?” answered Joshua attempting to make conversation.



Christian lit up a cigarette and blew a ring of smoke around them. “You’ve never been to a gay bar before, have you?”



“No I haven’t. I was just curious,” he said.



“Yeah you’re just my type. Fresh meat,” Christian grinned. He chugged his beer and pulled Joshua by the hand. “Come, I want to show you something.”



Christian led Joshua throughout the club and up three flights of stairs. They finally came to an emergency exit where he pushed open the door and dragged Joshua with him. Joshua realized they were on top of the roof of the building and he took in the evening scenery and the gorgeous view of the city.



“I know the owner so he lets me come up here,” Christian informed him. “I sometimes come up here when I want to be alone.”



“Are you alone a lot?” inquired Joshua. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to pry. You don’t need to answer. It’s none of my business.”



“It doesn’t really matter,” said Christian. “I just don’t care anymore. Once you reach being thirty, you just don’t give a fuck any more. Yeah I’m alone a lot. It’s hard not being able to yourself. To not have the world understand you. So do you have a name?”



“It’s Joshua,” said Joshua. “I know what you mean Christian. You have to hide being homosexual. It eats you up inside.”



“Exactly Joshua,” Christian went on. “It’s like we can’t be ourselves. We have to always pretend all the time.”



“Yeah, I’m tired of pretending too,” confessed Joshua. “I just want the chance to be with someone and not be judged for it.”



“Do you think it’s possible for us gays to fall in love?” asked Christian.



“I hope so,” replied Joshua.



Maybe it was the evening sky or the alcohol talking but a surge of electricity surrounded them. Christian approached Joshua slowly and brought his face to his. Joshua felt the warmth of his breath as he shocked him with a kiss. Joshua had no idea what to feel but the aggressiveness of this lips touching him thrilled him. He wanted to do more, feel more, and comprehend this feeling of change in his body.



“Joshua have you ever been with a man?” Christian asked him.



“No but I wouldn’t mind learning it from you,” answered Joshua.



Christian smiled as he continued to kiss him with both force and tenderness. His hands traced themselves down his shirt to the buckle of Joshua’s corduroy pants. Unbuckling his belt, Christian unbuttoned and unzipped Joshua’s pants lowering both his underwear and corduroys around his ankles. Discovering that male part of him, Christian took his cock in his mouth and began suckling on the masculine flesh driving it hard and deep in his oral cavity.



Joshua closed his eyes as he enjoyed the sensation of Christian working on his hard prick. He moaned softly unsure if he should say anything at all as Christian kneaded his bare buttocks and slowly probing his anus with his finger surprising Joshua with the invasion. Joshua toyed with his lover’s hair as worked his stiff shaft with his mouth while inserting two fingers into his rectum. Being stimulated in both areas made it even more thrilling as he wanted to explore new heights of pleasure with Christian.



Christian got up off the ground and kissed Joshua as he tugged on Joshua’s hard shaft to keep him erect. He caressed his neck with his lips and made a request to Joshua.



“Can I fuck you?” he pleaded.



“Christian? How can two guys fuck?” Joshua inquired completely clueless.



“By committing sodomy,” said Christian bluntly. “I want to fuck your ass.”



“I don’t think I can do that,” pouted Joshua. “It’ll hurt. Plus I’ve never done that.”



Christian pulled Joshua up to face him. Something his eyes said the following. Gentleness. Protection. Trust.




“I promise it will be pleasurable for you,” he told Joshua. “If it hurts too much I’ll pull out. Do you trust me?”



Joshua looked at him again. “Yes, I trust you Christian.”



Christian unzipped his leather pants and slid them down exposing his hard prick for Joshua to see. He spit into the palm of his hand, moistening it, and rubbing his cock for lubrication. Joshua inhaled slowly as he felt Christian stand him up and spread his legs apart. With one arm embracing him, the assurance of trust made him much more relax as Christian gently eased himself inside his sphincter. Joshua once again grunted as his anal walls assimilated into the hard prick that had spread his rectum apart. There was some discomfort but that soon washed into pleasure as Christian slowly built a tempo matching Joshua’s rhythm as well.



“Joshua, am I hurting you?” asked Christian with genuine. “Do you want me to stop?”



“No…don’t…you feel wonderful,” grunted Joshua who enjoyed the invasion of Christians stiff prick in his anus.



Christian continued to please Joshua to the point that he could not hold out any longer. Joshua let out a howl as he released a gusher of semen on to the concrete roof. Christian followed suit short thereafter by shooting his load all over the back of Joshua’s thighs. The two men with their energy spent ended their play with another passionate kiss.



“Thank you for this Christian,” said Joshua placing his forehead against Christian’s. “I’m glad I came here and met you.”



“Me too,” said Christian in response hugging his lover even closer.



The music stopped and the house lights came on through the edge of the window. Christian realized something was wrong as a commotion could be heard downstairs. He pulled up his pants and made his way to the edge of the roof and saw a crowed gather at the front of the entrance. Joshua adjusted his clothes and followed.



“We have to go Joshua. It’s a raid!” exclaimed Christian. “If the police catch us here, we’ll be arrested too! Come on we’ll go to the fire escape.”



Joshua followed Christian as they their feet clanked their way down the three flights of stairs down the metal fire escape. They made it to the ground just as a riot broke out between the crowd and police. Bottles and debris were thrown stirring up violence among the crowd of homosexuals and police. Reporters and photographers were at the scene to gather dirt for the morning paper. Luckily, Christian and Joshua escaped the melee by sprinting six blocks before stopping by a nearby alley to catch their breath.



“My apartment is just two blocks from here,” panted Christian out of breath. “We can hide there until this whole thing blows over.”



“Christian, I’m scared that we might get caught,” admitted Joshua.



“Joshua, I promise we won’t,” comforted Christian. “Do you trust me?”



“Always,” smiled Joshua.



Christian grabbed his hand and the two men ran off into the night.





2010



The Stonewall Riots. That what it was called. It was a major part of social history that greatly influenced the gay rights movement and demanded equality for sexual minorities. That night marked the first of many protests and demonstrations to promote anti-discrimination laws against homosexuals and even helped to establish the notion of gay pride organizations both domestically and internationally. Joshua Barrett remembered being there the moment he saw the photograph. It was taken that night when his lover and future partner Christian Heche arrived at his apartment safe haven. It was there that Christian professed his love for Joshua and a solemn vow was made to be together forever.



Yet some things do not last forever. Despite Joshua coming out to his family and being disowned by them. Despite Christian and him being domestic partners and relocating to an Francisco and starting a new life there. Despite losing friends and love ones to the AIDS virus and miraculously not being infected. Despite enjoying their golden years together, the idea of happily ever afters are reserved only for fairy tales. Ten years ago Christian succumbed to prostate cancer and Joshua took care of him until the day he died. Buried in the local cemetery nearby, Joshua visits his grave once a week. He stared at the photograph again remembering him and wept. There was a still a lonely road ahead of him.



Love as old as theirs can never die he remembered. He just had to keep telling himself that.



End.

Amen

RUMSPRINGA

Rumspringa (also Rumschpringe or Rumshpringa, derived from the Pennsylvania German term for "running around") generally refers to a period of adolescence for some members of the Amish, a subsect of the Anabaptist Christian movement, that begins around the age of sixteen and ends when a youth chooses baptism within the Amish church or instead leaves the community.[1]:10-11 The vast majority choose baptism and remain in the church.[1]:14 Not all Amish use this term (it does not occur in Hostetler's extended discussion of adolescence), but in sects that do, Amish elders generally view this as a time for courtship and finding a spouse.


Bruce County, Ohio



Eighteen year old Anna walked through the crowd of bodies as she watched the patrons of the club grind against one another to the music of the in-house band. Tonight was busy night for the club-goers as females and males danced together and vice versa. She made her way to the bar and ordered a soda from the bartender feeling guilty that asking for an alcoholic beverage would be inappropriate since she was underage. Soda was as close to sinning in any Mennonite’s eyes since it promoted the vice of gluttony in the Amish faith. Even if this was Rumspringa, the rite of passage for Amish teenagers to rebel before being baptized back into the church community, it did make her feel uneasy. Her culture tolerated the tradition for it proved beneficial with younger members choosing God over recklessness in the end. Rumspringa was necessary for the community to flourish and necessary for growth.



Anna began it late after the passing of her mother at age twelve. Her father Brother Ezekiel, an assistant pastor, enforced the idea that she submit to his will and take care of the household by withdrawing her from school and caring for her younger siblings. It was only through pressure of his neighbors that he finally relented and let her experience first hand the outside world this year. Anna was determined to make the most of it.



Now sitting alone on the bar stool sans any make-up, she compared herself to other girls of her community who went to extreme measures by wearing tons of cosmetics, tight revealing clothes, and wearing their hair in the latest modern fashions that she realized how out of place she was here tonight. She looked at her simple long sleeve shirt, wool sweater, and pair of jeans that she wore and wished that she was bold enough to make the ultimate leap into rebellion but she couldn’t. Instantly, Anna made up her mind. She would finish her soda, go home, and go to bed at the boarding house she was staying at to prepare for the journey back home. Rumspringa was just not for her.



She paid the bartender and prepared to leave when she noticed a pair of eyes staring at her. The eyes looked familiar like deep pools that she once waded in as a child by the river. Turning her head to get a closer look, she noticed to whom they belonged to. A familiar face struck her as the slim figure moved slowly from the edge of the bar to greet her. Anna took a closer look. This person had a tiny frame, wore loose masculine clothing, and had short hair. The only thing that shocked her was that the figure was female.



“Howdy Ann. Remember me?” greeted the slim female.



“I’m sorry,” apologized Anna attempting to be polite. “I don’t think we have ever met.”



“Esther,” the woman finally said. “Remember? We grew up together? Well I go by Es now in the city.”



“Esther!” gasped Anna. “I can’t believe you’re here! The community enacted the meidung exiling you from the church! I shouldn’t even be speaking to you. It goes against the Ordnung.”



“Relax,” reassured Es. “I don’t care what those old hypocrites think! Gelassenheit is outdated and only God can judge me not their Mennonite faith. They can all rot in Hell as far as I care.”



“Esther,” protested Anna. “Such words are blasphemous! I won’t sit here while you insult our faith.” Anna started to leave but Es pulled on her arm.



“Look I’m sorry Anna,” answered Es. “I’m just bitter that the church shunned me. I’ve been living in the city hoping to discover what I truly believe in. I tell you Anna, the Mennonite faith is not it. I don’t want discuss it here. Let’s head down to my apartment. There’s much to tell you about my life.”



A vision of Eve being tempted by the serpent in den filled Anna’s head immediately. She would not submit to whatever demon possessed Esther or Es as she now called herself. Anna took one look in her former friend and saw that she lost her way. As a good Christian, it was her duty to send back on the right path. The two women left the nosy club and made their way to Es’s place.



Es’s Apartment



Anna sat on the couch holding the beer that Es gave her. She made several attempts to sip it but the bitter taste made her ill and quickly put it down on the coffee table. Es changed into a tank top and shorts. Anna tried to not stare at her but could not help but notice that her shirt was transparent and could make out the small indentations of Es’s nipples through the sheer fabric. She averted her eyes to talk to her.



“So what have you been doing?” she asked finally breaking the silence.



“Oh a few jobs here and there,” explained Es. “First I was waitress. Then I worked as an operator for an insurance company. Now I have this really great job as a club promoter for this city PR firm.”



“Sounds exciting,” sighed Anna. “Don’t you miss it?”



“Miss what?” asked Es.



“You know. Home,” smiled Anna. “The church. Our neighbors.”



“Yeah and all the restrictions,” snorted Es. “Hell No! I don’t miss it! I like my life now. That’s why I never went back.”



“What about your family? I’m sure they miss you.”



“Of course they would because they don’t have a slave to plow their field. Better yet, they don’t have a whipping post anymore to take out their aggression.”



“That is a falsehood to cast such a deceitful lie!” shouted Anna. “Our community does not beat their offspring.”



“You’ve been sheltered far too long Anna. You have no idea,” said Es sadly. “Your father never beat you. Mine did except he left bruises where no could see just like he did my mother and sister. I was happy Rumspringa came for me because that meant escaping and never having to return to that hell of a place again.”



“If this were true, why did you not tell the elders? They would have helped you,” suggested Anna.



“I did but that all fell on deaf ears,” Es told her. She grabbed Anna full bottle of beer and consumed the contents. “If you remember our scriptures Anna, it is the duty of the female to submit to the males. To remain pious and humble. Well screw that! Goodbye Mennonites and the horses and buggy you came on!”



Anna stared at the sight of her former childhood. She definitely had changed. Here was a woman who was hurting and burdened with pain. Anna got up from the couch and embraced her offering the comfort Es had been missing for a long time. Es sighed upon contact and turned to face Anna. What occurred next shocked the virtuous Mennonite as Es’s soft lips grazed hers. Somehow that moment of tenderness felt wonderful as their mouths touched for few seconds.



“No…I’m sorry Esther,” said a flushed Anna pulling Es away. “It was an accident.”



“Well I wasn’t,” laughed Es. “I was kind of hoping you’d be into it.”



“Into it?” gasped Anna. “This is sinful. As stated in the Bible, it is sinful to lie down with another of the same sex.”



“Yeah…yeah and it’s a sin to eat shellfish,” smirked Es. “Look I have slept with tons of women and believe me I don’t feel guilty about it.”



“You…have…been with women?” stammered Anna. “But it goes against our faith…”



“Anna I’m a lesbian!” blurted out Es. “I’m proud of it. Why do you think my father tried to beat it of me when I told him. The elders were the same way. I can’t change who I am Anna. I was born this way according to the way God made me! Try convincing our Amish faith of that!”



“But what you are doing is wrong Esther,” she stated. “I was hoping to save your soul and help you find your way back.”



“I don’t need your help nor do I want it,” snapped Es. “You know what? I was wrong to bring you here to my place. Anna, I think you better go! Don’t want you being corrupted by a sinner like me since apparently there is no hope for me! What was I thinking?”



“I think you were hoping to reconnect with a good friend,” replied Anna shyly. “I think you just needed someone who truly understands you.”



“How would you know?” clucked Es. “You’re the daughter of a pastor! You’ve lived a virtuous existence according to the teachings of our community! There is a not a sinful bone in your body! You’re just too good!”



“It is true Esther,” answered Anna. “I am good but for once I want to know vice. This is Rumspringa after all and I wish to know all of it. More importantly, I want to know all of it with you. Will you teach me?




Es looked at Anna. The girl was too innocent. Fragile. Despite her strong attraction to her, she could not corrupt her. Not even if it was Rumspringa.



“I’m sorry Anna, I can’t do this,” sighed Es. “You better leave.”



Anna stood her ground and began to unbutton her sweater. Next came her long sleeve top as she pulled it over her neck to reveal a simple bra that she wore underneath. Es simply stared at her semi-nude form.



“Esther…Es, I have done what our community has taught me,” she began. “But for once I’m doing what my heart is telling me to do. My body is telling me to give in to pleasure for once. That kiss we had is telling me to submit and truthfully, I wish to be with one person tonight and that is you.”



“Anna, have you ever been thought about women?” inquired Es.



“Many times,” she confessed. “I had to suppress those feelings. My father expects me to marry a boy that he has chosen for me when I return but I can’t bear the thought of a man touching me. I want to know the pleasures of being with a woman before I enter such a union. I realize that I don’t know anything so I am asking you to teach me.”



“You do know that there is no turning back if we do this,” explained Es.



“I know but at least it was my decision and not what faith had dictated to me,” Anna told her as she began to unhook the bra to reveal her small breasts to Es.



Es did not hesitate as she peeled off her tank top and exhibited her petite frame as well. Approaching Anna, the two women hugged as their breasts touched one another rubbing their pink areolas together in unison as Es took the lead and caressed Anna’s neck. Anna moaned in response to the light nibble of Es on her sensitive nape as a small exhale of hot breath tickled her collar bone.



The women kissed first with tenderness and then with passion as soft lips melded into one as tongues caressed one another wrestling for additional affection from both parties. Es gently pushed down her lover to the edge of the sofa as she trailed gentle kisses down the base of her chest to finally the beautiful tiny hills of Anna’s satin pillows. Her tongue encircled each nub of Anna’s pink areolas making tender wet sounds like a baby suckling his mother’s breast as Anna responded with approval upon Es’s incredible mouth on her.



With her head lifted off Anna, Es looked down at her beautiful lover. Anna appeared ethereal like a half naked Venus de Milo as her long hair cascade across her shoulders and down the center of her chest. Es could not wait as she began to fumble with the button and zipper of Anna’s jeans. She began to hesitate.



“Anna, are you sure you want me to continue?” she asked her inexperienced lover.



“Please don’t stop Es,” she pouted. “I wish to know more.”



“As you wish lover,” she purred as yanked the jeans off Anna and pulled her panties off as well.



Staring at the mass of curls on her groin, Es teased Anna by twisting her fingers around her secretive area. Anna could not help but giggle but enjoyed the sensation of Es’s fingers tickling her. Pushing her thighs part, Es located Anna’s precious pearl and put a gentle squeeze with her two fingers. Anna yelped, bucked her hips, as she felt a gentle massage of Es’s finger on her.



“Relax Anna, just enjoy the feeling,” reassured Es. The finger was replaced with a moist tongue as Es flicked her tastebuds back and forth across the special pearl. Engorged now, Anna groaned with delight as she felt her body give in to her inner passions.



Another tongue caress. This time Es paid particular attention to Anna’s opening. Spreading her female lips apart with her fingers, her tongue darted in and out of the entrance while her fingers massaged Anna’s womanly pearl furiously. Anna curled her fingers as she called out her lover’s name several times completely washed in pleasure. Es removed her hand to kiss her lover but not before nuzzling her ear to say something.



“Anna, I am going to take your virginity,” Es whispered in her ear. “It will hurt but I promise I’ll be gentle and it will be pleasurable for you. Do you trust me?”



“I…trust…you,” she panted. “Please do that for me,”



Es smiled as she returned to her opening. Suckling one finger in her mouth, she inserted the wet digit first into Anna’s opening and found the barrier inside. Anna gasped as she felt a second finger. Then a quick push and a slight pinch of pain as a mad grab to Es’s wrist stopped the rhythm of movement. Es remained silent as a statue as a small amount of red liquid dripped on her fingers. Retreating from Anna for a slight second, Es picked up her discarded tank top from the floor and wiped the crimson stain from her fingers. She returned to Anna to clean off some of the residue of virginal blood from her opening while giving her lover another passionate kiss to ensure that the pain had subsided.



“More,” demanded Anna.



Es was eager to please. Placing her mouth on Anna’s opening, she massaged the soreness away as Anna moaned her name several times as she caressed the special pearl that required so much attention. Anna closed her eyes allowing herself to enjoy the company of her lover as she felt her body ascend and building to higher place. Then without warning, the inevitable finally happened.



“Esther….I….love…you!” moaned Anna as she released a gusher of feminine nectar into Es’s mouth. Her lover drank her in greedily before finishing their lovemaking with a salty kiss of her spent release.

Anna held on to Es tightly as their pale flesh felt warm to the touch. They fell asleep on Es’s sofa wrapped in each other’s arm as the sun rose in the morning.



Dreams can be quite refreshing and for some truth in reality. Es woke up hoping for another round of lovemaking with Anna but reached out to feel the weight of being alone surrounded by couch cushions. Lifting her arms, she felt something light near her hand and saw the folded piece of paper. She quickly sat up to read it.



My beloved Esther,


Thank you for a beautiful night of my Rumspringa. You have taught me the joys of being with a woman and for that I shall eternally be grateful. Through you, I have discovered pleasure. Through you, I have learned strength. More importantly, through you I have discovered and found love. It is with that same love that pains me to leave you but I must do what faith has guided me to do. As ordered by the Ordnung, I must practice the Gelassenheit as dictated by our Mennonite teachings and return to the Amish community.


I know I can never love a man, much less a husband but I cannot bear the thought of being shunned by my family and friends. God shall forgive me as He has forgiven you. He still loves you as I will always love you. I vow to pray for you every night hoping you will return and in my selfishness will come back for me! If you do not, I understand but please know this. I love you. Please be happy wherever you decide to journey.



Goodbye my beloved,


Anna



Es said nothing as she held the letter tightly in her hands. For once, she finally found love and lost it too soon. She held the letter close and hugged herself. Today was going to feel very empty.



End.

Can You Handle This? (Poetry for Bikers)

To My Whorely Davidson


I ride you hard my dangerous hog

Rev me up amid your powerful smog,

Sleek and long; thick as steel

Aluminum chrome is what I feel,

Bend me down with your rear suspension

Shoot me up with a piston of your invention.



Separate my legs beneath your rocket

Filling me with dual shocks from your sprockets,

Pick up speed; make my blood boil

Lubricate me with your dirty oil,

Racing past the lonely cars

Take control of my foot pedal and handlebars.



A lash of the carbon fiber to scream my name

Wrapping my thighs around your titanium frame,

A rear wheel axle and spoke to make me feel alive

As I submit to your 4 to 6 cylinder drive,

Enslaved to the machine I willingly serve

Keeping your petrol tap and petcock on reserve.



To my transmission lover, I release my lust

For his engine makes me internally combust,

An incredible locomotive to gas and speed

My two wheeled leather seater and metal steed,

Ride me once more; make me squeal and laugh

My big, bad boy chopper with your wide gear shaft!

Surpise! It's the Crying Game!

Lanceolina and Guinevar


6th Century A.D.


Legend tells of the great Queen Arthuria who pulled, tugged, and yanked the great wizard Merlin’s long sword out of his rocks and was proclaimed the first female monarch of England. Uniting all the neighboring borders into one huge kingdom which she aptly named Cameltoe, she created the historical Knights of the Oblong Table (she originally requested it to be round but it was on back order from Spain). One such famed knight of the organization was the gallant Madame Lanceolina who bravely slew the monstrous Kentucky Fried Chicken of Colonel Sanders and saved the town of Hollyweird forever becoming immortalized in doctored photos on the internet and in adult magazines. This is her story…


Madame Lanceolina read the letter that came from a damsel of distress pleading to be rescued from high atop her castle in the kingdom of Band-Aid. Apparently, her mother Queen Leodicraprio was forcing her into an arranged marriage with the lecherous villain Tiger Woods and needed assistance from a brave hero in her predicament. It had been a long time since Lanceolina rescued a fair maiden. Usually her comrades, the male Knights of the Oblong Table, got all the glory for saving innocent ladies before sweet talking them out of their chastity belts. It was a typical guy thing around Cameltoe. The man saves the girl, the girl is grateful, and she rewards her rescuer by agreeing to do the horizontal mambo with him. Lanceolina was just not into that. Well she did experiment with women back in knight school during her college days but found it wasn’t her thing. As for the Knights of the Oblong Table, the organization had been noted as a male dominated profession and it reeked of testosterone, dirty socks, and male chauvinism. How was a girl supposed to compete with that?



Queen Arthuria did not help matters either. With the exception of Lanceolina, she slept with nearly the entire male knights of her court. The monarch suffered from sex addiction and instead of seeking out help for her problem, her bed remained busy at all times. What was a female knight to do under these circumstances? Simple. Prove to everyone that a woman is capable of doing the same thing a man can do and she would do it by rescuing Lady Guinevar.



Racing across the forest on her trusty steed, she finally found Castle Band-Aid, halted her horse, and raced across the courtyard. Miraculously, no guard attacked her as she stormed the castle entrance and ran up the stairs to where Lady Guinevar had been kept as a prisoner. Unlocking the wooden door of her room, Lanceolina called out for the troubled maiden.



“Lady Guinevar!” shouted Lanceolina. “It is I! Knight errant for Queen Arthuria! The Knight of the Oblong Table! Lanceolina!”



A high pitch sound came from behind a changing screen. “Oh brave knight! You came to rescue me from my infernal prison. My hero!” The maiden rushed out from behind the screen to reveal herself as Lanceolina’s eyes adjusted to the sight. Lady Guinevar wore a blonde wig, heavy make-up, and low cut white dress. Despite embodying the image of an innocent maiden, the person stepping in front of the knight had broad shoulders, a hairy chest, stubble on the face, and furry legs. In addition, there was no concealing the huge sword hidden between the legs through the sheer fabric. “What is it courageous knight? Has my vision of loveliness enraptured you?”



“You’re a dude!” exclaimed Lanceolina.



“Well you’re no prize catch either buddy,” Lady Guinevar’s voice suddenly changed from a soprano to a deep alto. “You’re one to talk. You’re not fooling anyone with those huge melons of yours on your chest beneath that chainmail!”



Sadly Lady…er Lord Guinevar’s words hit right to the point. Lanceolina cut her hair short to resemble a male knight but she could not conceal her ample assets in the cleavage department when she wore her uniform. No wonder the other male knights kept staring at her chest when they talked to her. She silent cursed her mother, a tavern wench, for genetically gifting her with massive mammaries.



“Well don’t just stand there brave knight, you’re here to rescue me!” Guinevar pointed out. “Let’s hit the road Jack before my mother Queen Leodicraprio catches us!”



Before she could protest, Lanceolina stopped short as a group of guards rushed into the room with Queen Leodicraprio in tow. “Not so fast son! Madame Lanceolina, I’m so glad you’re here to rescue my son…er daughter Guinevar.”



Lanceolina drew her sword. “If it is battle you wish for, I warn you I’m a skilled swordswoman.”



“Chill out okay!” hissed Queen Leodicraprio. “Look if you must know. I made up the whole story about marrying Guinevar off to the villainous Lord Tiger Woods. My true intentions were to drag you here so you can rescue Guinevar and then make him…er her as your bride…or groom!”



“What? I am to be used as chattel in an arrange marriage to this…this knight?” gasped Guinevar. “Mother you can’t!”



“Oh hush Guinevar,” ordered Queen Leodicraprio. “It’s time that you marry as my heir to the kingdom of Band-Aid. and take over the reigns of ruler ship.” She sighed as she continued. “Perhaps, it is my fault. I coddled you too much as child because I wanted to have a little girl and decided to dress you up in frilly frocks and hair ribbons that influenced your penchant for cross dressing. Personally I would have loved a gay son but no you had to be straight…”



“Sorry to interrupt,” said Lanceolina. “No offense, your ladyship but how do you know Ginevar isn’t homosexual. I mean look what he’s…er she’s wearing.”



“On the contrary my dear Lanceolina,” answered Queen Leodicraprio. “A mother knows. Besides I’ve caught him a couple times stroking his shaft while spying on the chambermaids during their bath times. Also, he keeps a stash of Playknights underneath his mattress along with a box of silk kerchiefs and a pot of candle wax. I don’t want to think what my son does with that.”



“Mother that is so obscene,” snorted Guinevar. “I am lady and won’t be talked about in that fashion.”



“Are you sure he’s…I mean she’s not gay? Not there’s anything wrong with that,” Lanceolina politely commented. “Guinevar has too much of a swish to be into women.”



“No dear he prefers women. It’s this fetish for transvestitism that turns any potential bride off. What woman would want a man who dresses up in women’s clothes?” Queen Leodicraprio stared at Lanceolina. “That is why I did a background check on you. You’re the youngest daughter of ten brothers and have a thing for wearing men’s clothes even though you’re not a lesbian. You and my son…er daughter are perfect together. So I say you two consummate the relationship and we will have a marriage ceremony downstairs when you’re through.”



“Do I get a dowry and your kingdom if I become Guinevar’s spouse?” she asked.



“Mother you can’t!” protested Guinevar clutching his/her chest.



“Oh hush Guin!” snapped the queen. “I’m doing this for your own good. How else are you going to get laid? Of course you get my kingdom dear. It’s about time I retire to Jamaica and sleep with a dozen of young Rastafarian bucks! As long as I get some grandchildren out of the deal,” added Queen Leodicraprio.



“Done,” responded Lanceolina.



“Wonderful! Now go forth and breed.” Queen Leodicraprio ordered her guards to follow her as the door to Guinevar’s chamber locked from the outside.



“Now where were we?” smirked Lanceolina.



“Don’t you dare touch me!” Guinevar protested. Lanceolina grabbed his arm as she dragged him into the bed. “Unhand me you brute! I’m a lady! Chaste and pure! I won’t be manhandled by the likes of you!”



“We’ll see about that,” Lanceolina growled as she planted several long kisses across his lips. She pinned his wrists against the bed post as Guinevar struggled to free himself. However, she proved to be quicker than him by straddling his abdomen and sliding her tongue into his mouth. Guinevar squirmed at the invasion but quickly his senses submitted as her moist tongue teased his own mouth and teeth.



She tore the top of his gown free exposing the hair on his chest as her hands stroked the curls across his massive chest feeling each groove and indentation of his body which caused his own flaccid cock to slowly rise. Lanceolina bent her head down to catch each nipple flicking his round nub with her tongue as she sucked, bit, and nipped each sensitive areola causing him to moan in protest at his responding body. Giggling at his helplessness, she quickly stripped off her shirt and chain mail to exhibit her huge breasts to Guinevar which his body gladly reciprocated his feelings with a straining erection underneath his womanly gown. Lanceolina dragged his strong hands to her funbags as his hands fumbled, rotated, and flexed each vein in his wrist as he squeezed their roundness in his hands.



“Don’t just play them with! Suck it!” she authorized as she bent her chest to his face as he began suckling each pink nipple into his mouth. She moaned in pleasured as his tongue worked each sensitive point as each strand of Guinevar’s wig hair tickled her naked breasts. “Now let’s see what is hiding underneath that dress of yours!”



“No…please…I’m a lady…a virginal maiden…” begged Guinevar.



Lanceolina ignored his cries as she slipped the skirt of his gown to his stomach and pulled off his undergarments. Observing his prick standing at full attention, she gave the shaft a playful push with her fingers as it vibrated slightly in front of her. “My what a big boy you are!” She made this clear while lowering her head to receive him with her lips parted to wet his impressive cock with her mouth and tongue as it disappeared down her throat.



“No wait…I…I…ooooooh.” Guinevar said nothing more as Lanceolina’s mouth teased his bulging prick. He felt hot breath of her tongue massage the tip of his head before she inhaled him once more. He groaned in response to her hands massaging his undercarriage finally finding that secret opening of his back end and prodding it with a dampening finger. Guinevar’s hips bucked as he felt his private opening being violated by her single digit. “Stop…please…that is inappropriate! You can’t put your finger there!” The pleasure of her finger entering and withdrawing had been too much for him. “Never mind! Put your finger there!”



She did as he pleased before releasing her finger from his sacred spot. “Now for the real consummation! Remember Guinevar, I like to be on top!” With rough hands, Lanceolina spread apart his thighs as her fingers teased the long hairs of his legs making him fully vulnerable to her. She quickly discarded her breeches, tossed them aside, and positioned herself on top of him as his legs involuntarily wrapped around her waist. Finding the opening of her feminine folds, she forced his hard prick inside her.



“Noooo…please…I’m a virgin,” he kept insisting as his hard prick met her moist warmth.



“Shut up bitch and enjoy the ride!” She told him. Her hips drove him and she moaned as he slowly began to submit to the pleasure of the friction. “You’re a virgin no longer. Now let me fuck you!”



Guinevar held on to Lanceolina has she pumped her hips into him. Her bare bottom rose and fell and it rode his hard shaft faster and faster. Guinevar’s head banged against the headboard making his wig crooked as his voice suddenly met his moan and groan with Lanceolina. “Oooooohhh…oooohhhhhh. Lanceolina…I love…you!”



“I love…fucking you too,” answered Lanceolina as she continued to grind her hips into him.



Guinevar could no longer contain himself as he released his seed into her and in turn she did the same with her womanly juices. He began to say something but Lanceolina stopped him with a slew of kisses as they held one another in the tangled sheets. Still holding his composure as a lady, Guinevar readjusted his wig before saying something.



“So I suppose this means we’re getting married,” he finally said.



“Looks like we are,” Lanceolina agreed. She propped herself on one elbow. “There are a few ground rules though that you have to follow Guinevar. First of all, I’m the man of the family and I always wear the pants. I expect a clean house, food on the table, you taking care of the kids and I want to spend time with my poker knight buddies from the kingdom of Cameltoe! Do you think you handle that?”



“On one condition,” Guinevar pointed out. “Do I still get to wear beautiful dresses, be able to get my hair done, have an unlimited line of credit, and get to have plenty of sex with you?”



“I can’t see why not,” smiled Lanceolina.



“Then it’s a match made in heaven,” chuckled Guinevar. “Now dear wife…er husband. Why don’t you show me what real man…I mean woman can do!”



And Lanceolina did.



So the marriage of Lanceolina and Guinevar took place and each pledges their long lasting love to one another as Lanceolina became the new queen…er king of Band-Aid. Queen Leodicraprio stepped down from her position as monarch and retired to Jamaica where she sleeps with Rastafarians, two at a time. Many wars were fought in England in the name of Cameltoe until a scandalous paparazzi shot of the nymphomaniac Queen Arthuria caught her in bed with her half brother Morgan Le Faye forced to step down from her reign as monarch leaving room for future male kings to take over the throne and behead their future wives. As for Lanceolina and Guinevar, they had ten children together. Five girls and five boys to be exact. The girls became well respected knights while the boys became foppish celebrity designers whose clothes now grace red carpet events and Paris runways. And yes, they're all straight!



So ends the tale, thus far

Of the great love between

The cross-dressing duo

Of Lanceolina and Guinevar!



End