Tracy your site now is scaring me!!! You know my virgin heart can only take so much *cue my song* (I can't wait to read what creative work are penned)

i have no comment other than...Word count 133:

“On your knees, Lord Dingleberry!”

Stan readily complied as Yona stalked around him with the whip in her hand. She wore his black tee-shirt, no panties. Her punch drunk pussy was just inches from his lips. He longed to lick the sweat off her skin like clarified butter. The shag carpet dug into his knees as she tilted his head back.

“First, I’m going to give you a hot sauce enema and you will take it, then, I will slide my tongue over your Turgid lingham…”

“Can I lick your juicy fanny?”

His request drew a lash against his ass with the whip. He gulped down air but inside he smiled. The student had become the teacher after his various stalkings and he was ready. After all vampire loving was never easy.

It took, like, five minutes. lol...

You should give it a go. It's all in good fun. No harm, no foul. :)

Lick your juicy fanny
stalkings

Clarified butter (I'm thinking this has to do with the recipe page)

Hot sauce enema (what the hell!?)
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Take it!! Lord Dinglederry groaned as he took his turgid lingham and rammed it deep into my punch drunk pussy.
When he left the house that morning he gave me explicit instructions to wear a tee-shirt no panties, and be ready for his vampire loving. He said, "When I get home I am going to lick your juicy fanny until you drip like clarified butter down my tongue." He knows just what to say to get my juices flowing. Sometimes, I wonder what life would be like if we had never met.

Let me start from the beginning. Vampire Lord Dinglederry stalkings started right after my brush with death. I was terrified at first but his sexy looks and seductive voice slowly put me at ease. Now we are lovers who spend every waking moment fucking as if a hot sauce enema would be our punishment if we didn't.

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I went for melodrama this go round. :)


“Oh God, here he comes! Short of a hot sauce, there’s nothing I’d rather do than marry Lord Dingleberry.” I said. “Besides, I hear he’s into vampire loving.”

“He’s rich.” Mariah whispered just before Dingle took my hand and escorted me to the dance floor. She was right and I needed the money—but at what cost?

“You know why I’ve been stalking you these last two years,” he leaned into my ear. His lingham grew turgid between us. “I want you in tee-shirt no panties. I want to lick clarified butter off your juicy fanny.”

“I-I,” I found myself at a lost for words and strangely aroused. “I don’t think I can take it.”

“You must! There’s not a day that passes that I don’t sucking your punch drunk pussy. We really must get you into AA.” He pulled me close. “Say you’ll be mine!”

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to individuals living or dead (or I may have roomed with in college) is purely coincidental.

“Take it, my turgid lingham in that punch drunk pussy of yours!”

I paused at my bedroom door listening to the sounds of my roommate and some Vampire loving idiot she’d been stalking for the last week. Bouncing around I tried to determine where in the tiny apartment they were. I really had to pee.

“I can’t wait to lick your juicy fanny. I bet it taste like clarified butter.”

Claire could sure pick the freaks. No, Lord Dinglederry, saying weird shit in a bad British accent did not make it sexy.

Once inside the bathroom I sat down on the toilet without turning on the light. Sighing in contentment I chocked back a scream when the door opened.

“I’d probably have more pleasure with a hot sauce enema,” Claire my roommate whispered standing in the doorway in a tee-shirt, no panties.

I really needed my own place.

Thanks Tracy, I would not even know where to begin. I loved all the other stories Janet very cute.