There is a lady in the place when I stop in near closing time. She has red leather pants and a bad attitude. Which one led to the other, I wonder? There’s no way they’re not connected. A chicken and the egg scenario I’m determined to get to the bottom of. Leather pants. Man. What … Continue reading Lady in Red
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Hedda & Lance: a Love Story – part one
by Balls Malone contents “Oh, baby! You know what I love about you, baby? I love the way you suck my cock. I love that almost as much as I love your cunt. And you know how much I love your cunt,” said Lance Johnson, his voice heavy with lust. “I don't... No, put him … Continue reading Hedda & Lance: a Love Story – part one
A Touch of Class
by Balls Malone Classy Man is sitting enjoying a scotch on his sumptuous white leather sofa. He takes a sip and smiles at us. Some light jazz starts playing. “You know, there's nothing like a touch of smooth jazz to really loosen me up.” Xylophone enters the musical arrangement. Classy Man closes his eyes and … Continue reading A Touch of Class
Reading List
I normally shy away from recommendations, since I feel I have no right to tell anyone what to do with themselves, even to the extent of how to entertain and/or enrich themselves. But since I'm generally so liberal with my notions of what sucks, I thought I should expend a little more effort in rendering … Continue reading Reading List
Paris
They called her, The Crimson Poonani. Me: Grande Poubelle. Together we saved Paris. Or, rather, the part of it that mattered. It's dead now anyway, killed by its own excesses. Much like our love.
Robot Tears
In the future when the Earth is a toxic wasteland and the descendants of the 1% live in space, toilets are a thing of the past. The Gentle Shitsucker line of robots cleanse and pleasure as they dispose of human waste. With a wide variety of RealFlesh orifice attachments, they can be tailored to suit … Continue reading Robot Tears
The Cowboy
by Balls Malone The Cowboy looked down from atop his magnificent steed at the pretty young woman and the three rough looking men who surrounded her. “Trouble Sally?” he asked in his smooth baritone. “Jaundice, these men are–” Sally started before she was interrupted as one of the men stepped behind her, clamped his hand … Continue reading The Cowboy
Muse Vassal 