Dr. Gregory Louse stood in front of his white board, and gestured with his cane. "We have a new and inexplicable patient-of-the-week, people. What are the symptoms?" he demanded of his assembled team of diagnosticians. "Overactive libido and uncontrollable sexual urges," said Dr. Foreskin, a huge, muscular black man with an enormous bulge in the crotch of his scrubs. "She has sex at least ten times a day." Dr. Louse seize...

Scarlett and the Six Napoleons "So, Doctor Barnicott, pray to tell at what time in your life did your wife cease to love you, and at what hour this evening do you intend to make love to your mistress?" "What! But, this is preposterous! Who has told you about me? Go on tell all!" The middle-aged man in suit and tie stood up, outraged and befuddled, as Scarlett Homes tapped her clay pipe out at the fireplace calmly. Her tru...

Chapter Two. 'The Case Of The Speckled Penis' London 1887. Scarlett's Point Of View. My heart was gladdened to have the adorable little fuck bunny Emma Watson in my untidy bed once more. In response to my invitation to my humble London lodgings at 227B Baker Street, my dear lover had joined me for an evening of fun and frolics. "My word Holmes, that is precisely the spot!" Indeed, my perceptive and vigorous tonguing had m...

'The Singular Case Of The Stolen Dildo.' London, 1887 Doctor Emma Watson gazed out of one of the two windows of 227B Baker Street on another foggy day in London Town. She surveyed the busy scene of horse-drawn two-wheeled Hansom cabs and members of the public going about their everyday lives. The window kept out much of the noise and foul air which was a blessing, London being one of the heaviest populated cities in the w...

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, We were fucking like rabbits, both pissed on the Grouse. My stockings were strewn on the back of a chair, And my legs were akimbo, both feet in the air. My husband was fucking me hard on the bed, When, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” he finally said. He finished inside with a moan and a grunt, Then he slept before making me cum - what a cunt! I was still feeling ho...

Once upon a midnight beery, while I stressed out, drunk and weary,  In my one-room flat so dreary, a floor above a liquor store. As I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As if someone was gently rapping, rapping on my apartment door. “Some salesman,” I muttered, “knocking on my apartment door—             Only this, and nothing more.”   I recall the splendor of that snowy cold December  And distinctly I...

T minus thirty seconds to launch. The fearful countdown had resumed for our spacecraft, the Edward D. Wood. Our mission was to search for intelligent life on Planet X in the far-off Duck Dodgers galaxy. It wasn't my first mission but I still find the actual launch both fearful and exhilarating. Fearful because we always run the risk of frying and sizzling like Betty White in a tanning bed. But, exciting because the powerf...

The Sound Revolution Alexandra Rasputin, teeth dug into a ball gag as she breathed through her nose, was hung from the ceiling of the Rumpo Room. She was wearing a white lace bra and panties, hold up white stockings and killer heels. Her hands were bound, not too tightly, behind her back, and she was suspended from the ceiling by a rope, weighted to cause mild discomfort in her arms. A spreader bar was attached to her ank...

Got the letter today. Guess what? Third time ain’t the damn charm… still not a Super. Dear Applican’t, (is probably what they wanted to write), after careful review of an impressive candidate pool, blah blah, we regret (sure) to inform you that your application is not competitive enough for entrance into Supers Academy; however, we are considering you as a candidate for blah.   I scan the list of recruits. Those that made...