Music: Erotic Music Video With Max Headroom

  The Slut Tradition If you’ve never had the sheer terror of waking up in a bed that’s not your own, with your first thought being, “I need to get the fuck out of here,” then you haven’t lived. No, I kid, I kid. Bravo. For those of us keeping up the slut tradition, this one’s for you. It doesn’t mean that you need to … Continue reading Music: Erotic Music Video With Max Headroom

Short Erotic Octopi Tale: The Greater Spotted Bushwacker

Although the amateur may be tempted to group this cephalopod (Octopi) in the same family as other domestic cephalopods, the Greater Spotted Bushwacker is actually a carnivore! The monster is known to consume only human females, and is related to the reclusive (if relentlessly pursued by shameless monster groupies) Lesser Hypnotic Mind Tentacle! An account of the Mind Tentacle’s mode of attack may be found … Continue reading Short Erotic Octopi Tale: The Greater Spotted Bushwacker

Wordoodle: The Bareback Impaler

The bareback impaler is among the most common of cephalopodic adaptations. This monster may be found in almost every household and is among the earliest recorded.

It is also a rare example of a domesticated monster. The monster, like all members of the cephalopodic family, are masters of camouflage. The bareback impaler is nearly indistinguishable from the traditional chair. Continue reading Wordoodle: The Bareback Impaler

Woodoodle: The Venus Nipple Trap

A very opportunistic feeder! The Venus Nipple Trap prefers to be in the home of women who favour indoor plants. Such environments are favourably warm and moist! They prefer and do better in a sunny, temperate humid bath or shower room. Where the nipple trap is more than likely to be close to it pray; a naked woman! The Venus Nipple Trap is beautiful, exceedingly … Continue reading Woodoodle: The Venus Nipple Trap

Wordoodle: The Clock Struck Midnight

It’s the middle of the night!

My cock, stiff, like a monster, urgent, alert, upright, the stretch skin waking me up!

I try to sleep!

Thick, sticky, slippery. I toss. I turn. Throw off my sheets. It is that time of year again? The air is hot then cold, chilled, sticky, creamy with rot and decay, sap oozes!

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An Erotic Tale: A Hot Night In Crete

It was a hot and sweaty night. It had been over 38c all day and hadn’t relented with the setting of the sun. There was a storm coming; you could feel the power buzzing in the saturated air. For the time being, though, we’d just have to suffer!

I think I was suffering the most. I just wasn’t used to that stifling heat at night. I grew up in the dry heat of North Africa where even though it regularly reached 48c, the nights were always cool, crisp and cold even! I’m used to sleeping in shorts, camisole, and a light blanket. Tonight though, I haven’t been able to let any bit of clothing touch my sweating body. Continue reading An Erotic Tale: A Hot Night In Crete