Tobias had unzipped his fly to allow his massive erection to hang out. It flapped wildly as he rounded the corner at a run and found Melissa’s digs.
“Ah, 2803,” he giggled. “Nice to meat you!”
He knocked and waited.
The door opened.
“HA HA!” Tobias yelled, ramming his schlong through the opening.
Melissa screamed. Slammed the door.
Tobias screamed, too. He couldn’t move.
His sausage was trapped between door and jamb. The pain was intense.
“Help!” Tobias sobbed.
He felt something. Something warm.
Something on the other side.
Hooray! His heart leapt. Melissa!
Then he heard a low growl.
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Monday, November 28, 2005
100 Below: Volume 14
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Flashers, mutilation, and bestiality all rolled into one short post.
ReplyDelete"Nice to meat you." LOL.
Many thanks.
ReplyDeleteI think it'd be bestiality if the focus of Toby's passion were the dog, but as things stand, the dog is preparing to defend her master against a swollen (and potentially tasty?) alien probe.
Kevin