Erotica

"Pirates?" Echo laughed. "In a sense, yes."  She smiled at him and brightened the dark room. "I still don't get how I fit in." He shrugged and locked eyes with her. He lay back on a mountain of purple and black pillows. Her head lay on left his bare hip with her black curls everywhere. Her green eyes smiled at him. "All in good time, Dennis." She slipped her left hand around his soft cock, pulled it to her lips and softly kissed the tip. Dennis sighed, "What!, eight orgasms not enough?" She feigned a gasp. "You're keeping count?" Her tongue ran around the tip of his erection and down his shaft. Her pale naked curves stradled his legs. "No, I..." "Had enough?" "Fuck no." "Watch your language." She slapped his cock with her hand. He [Read more...]

Dennis felt the leash tug. He had slowed to look out the window as they continued. Stars passed by at a near palpable speed. "This isn't right," he whispered. One of the dobermans growled at him as it watched over its shoulder. "Silence!" The goddess reminded him. She reached into her long black coat and pressed something. Dennis almost collapsed from the shock rocketing through him. He doubled over but was able to keep walking. It took a second before he realized it had come from the ring on his cock that was leashed to the goddess' hand. He straightened back up and his gaze returned to the starlight streaking past. The remainder of the walk was in silence. Still flanked by the two dobermans, she led to another door. She stopped and [Read more...]

"Help?? Polly?" Dennis woke on his cot. The cot was more comfortable than the metallic floor of the cell. Except for the blanket over top of him, he was naked. Turning to the wall behind him, he used his thumb to scratch a diagonal slash through four upright lines he had put there on previous mornings. A quick count of the sets of five and he estimated thirty days in the cell. Being the only light came from a single bright white ceiling tile that never turned off, it was a best guess. The only other gauge he had was the loud roar followed by the floor vibrating that seemed to happen once per day. The vibrations would help him fall asleep and it was now his habit to lay down when it happened. He stood and padded over to the small toilet [Read more...]

"Pork chops!" Polly blinked. Dennis said it again, "Pork chops! Would you like a pork chop?" Polly wagged his nub of a tail in agreement. "Yeah, I figured you would like that." Dennis wiped his hands on the fropnt of his white apron. "I'm a master with the Foreman!" Polly wagged more agreement. Polly three pork chops out of the package, he lay them on a plate. He took the plate over to the Foreman Grill perched on top of the microwave and lay the three pieces of meat on it and closed it. He picked up his beer and wandered into the living room. Dennis was average height and a little overweight, but carried it so most would not notice. His hair was mostly gray on both his head and beard. "That's why we like you, Mulder. You're ideas [Read more...]