Amusing Stories

When I’m hunting for cock, I don’t hunt for huge. I search for smaller when I’m in the mood. I spot them in crowds, the ones who avert, Their shy little glances, the anxious alert. It’s not really the size, it’s the look in their eyes, That small moment of fear they can’t disguise. Trousers slide down, their hands start to shake, Bracing themselves for a cruel mistake. Expecting a laugh, a smirk, or a jeer, But I only whi...

Happy Birthday, Dear Wampyr... (Part I)   The Dark Lord Stefan celebrates Her birthday... "369, The Goose Drank Wine, The Monkey Chewed Tobacco On The Streetcar line..."It was her birthday. The Dark Lord rose, the old rhyme humming in his head as he scented her upon the night air. The scent of her yes, but also the smells as she prepared herself to allow him to take her into the night in celebration. The Almond Butter she...