Tired of checking out a random user that liked something I posted and seeing a whole lot of white supremacist bullshit. Or seeing that fucking 'football 94' code fucking IDIOT MONSTERS celebrating a LITERAL baby raper use. And so, before you enjoy the fictional captions, a pin:

I really liked this guy's look of confusion.

After all the fighting and gagging, after all the tears from having goblin after goblin shove their rank cocks down his throat to seed and piss on his uvula, there was bliss. A complete, mind shattering bliss thanks to the addictive properties of goblin sperm.

Any man could be a secret boy breaker. The retiree down the street. The baker at your local cafe. Your favorite movie star. Even traditional-looking men, like Farhad. No one would ever guess such a man had driven thousands of lads to madness by jerking them with his abs.

He could tell by the inexperienced way his husband kissed that, once again, the neighbor kid had used a spell to hijack his body. Good. The dweeby teen sucked at kissing, but fucked like an animal- so much better than his husband. And the unsatisfied man needed a pussygasm badly

Every guy at the Hell Rodeo felt the stakes. Their demon Masters were clear: winners would go back to Earth, finally free. Losers would have their lower halves morphed into mare-taurs, with the wettest, smelliest pairs of cunt lips ever. Then they'd be sold to the centaurs..

General Cavag refused to declare the increased appearance of pixie dust a drug emergency. "It's fucking glitter!" He growled. His thoughts changed when he was dusted at a bar one night, with his rapist leaking the video of him dust-high and squealing to be bred like a pig.

Folks wondered why Bobby, of all men, never got taken to the depths by the incu-lads. They guessed he was just lucky like that. Truth was that the lads were his spawn; the infernal fleshlight he'd been fucking since middle school had bore the hordes that terrorized their town

"Ich flehe dich an!" The man cried, "Mein flight! I have fiance-please, I to be wed-" The wizard muted the tourist with a spell & continued to inspect his sack. Impressive. 2 more weeks of magical growth & the man would be ready for his new life as a cumcow in a nearby orc cave.

The strippers danced with gusto, unknowing victims of their club's new siren DJ. Every song made their bodies tingle in need. Every beat made their prostates shudder and ache. By the time the private goblin party arrived at the club, the str8 men were eager to be goblin fag holes

Throat-slut #80.

The boy still remembered the looks his big bros gave when he revealed the wet cunt a witch had replaced his cock with. Even then it was apparent which bro would tease him about it- fingering him jokingly at every chance- and which would sneak into his room nightly to eat him out.

Sorry for letting my twitters sit! Did a big move for work and it's taken a while to settle into my new place and routine!

He used to be embarrassed by all the sweat that gathered in his crack during work. By closing it was a damn swamp back there everyone could smell! But he got over it when he learned the slick let his neighbor boy's fat cock slide in easier. And that the boy loved the taste of it

My boy BEGGED to go to the carnival- said he'd behave this year. Yea right! He vanished in seconds & I only found him hours later from his wails shakin' a dingy trailer. It's the 6th year I found my boy cum drunk on a dirty floor with a hairy carnie smiling over his seeded cunt.

By the way the demon teleported, panting and red faced, Wes was sure he got the job. He had foot-jerked 7 boiling loads out the imp! Sure enough, 5 minutes later Wes got the confirmation email. He was officially the new foot rapist at Centaur Milk farms.

"The Great American Gay Porno Novel" by Mike Shearer is one of my favorite erotica novels (I have 3 copies!) that I want to discuss, but am never sure how to bring it up. So I'll let it speak for itself. Not a book for the faint of heart or prudish!

He told his wife the trip was going great- he was in magic lands but felt safe. He told his kids he'd be home soon. He wouldn't. One drugged beer from his boss, one pantsless auction in a hotel room, and the man was sold as the newest top slave for a family of Dominator men.

Sumer breaks are long & tedious, especially for dads like Clark. With 6 rowdy, hell raising boys, videogames & pool trips could only hold their attention for so long. By July he was willing to do anything to keep his boys entertained- even becoming their personal stripper bitch.

For Dec, nothing beat a night at home watching the Survival Maze livestream on the DemonNet. His favorite contestant, a plucky black lad from Miami, had just pushed another boy into a rape pit and was now lubing himself up to open a dildoor. "Fuck you're in it to win" Dec moaned.

Very much contemplating using this page for my ramblings about writing, erotica and such. Tho doing so would reveal what a dead dove reading sleaze lover I am 🤔 choices...