Author: stabbystick

The Interlopers [MF][exh][fantasy][mast][zombie]

The Interlopers

“Suck it! SUCK IT!” Shanks cried. “Oh my God! Suck it!”

They were holed up in the upper floor of the Jensen’s farmhouse, Shanks and Monroe. Well, it used to belong to the Jensens, but not anymore. Nobody owns anything anymore.

“Oh my God, YES!” Shanks’ eyes rolled back in his head and he fell back onto the pillow. Sweat was beading and trickling off his bloodflushed face.

Monroe spit a mouthful of venom-tainted blood into the basin near the bed. A few drops landed on the front of her shirt, but she didn’t care to wipe it off.

“I think I about got it” she said, rinsing out her mouth with some bottled water. “These rattlers ain’t that bad up in these parts anyhow.”

“oh my god. . .” Shanks whimpered as he quickly wiped at a tear that had escaped his eyeball.

They were a good hundred miles from the nearest hospital, not that it mattered. You had to fend for yourself now, and watch out for the goddamned interlopers.

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The House Painter [MF] [anal] [rough] [panties] [voy]

I arrive at the Petersen’s house a few minutes early. I’m never that good at calculating how long it takes to drive across town, but I’m not really getting paid by the hour, so what the fuck, I figure. My eyes feel sticky and my head hurts a little from that extra beer I had last night. I touch the pocket in my painter overalls and feel for the key Jeff gave me. He’s running errands this morning–getting some more tape, and bidding on a future job.

Guess I’ll get started, I shrug, as I pull my lethargic ass out of my pickup truck. I shuffle ponderously to the back of the house while searching the pocket for the key. As I walk past the kitchen on the narrow side passage, I can see a dark figure moving inside the house. I wasn’t expecting anyone home, but it shouldn’t be a problem. I go around back and tap on the door. I’m greeted by a cheerful and peppy Mrs. Petersen. Read more »

Motosicle [MF Mast Oral Infidelity Orgasm] [Normal Body Hair][Motorcycle]

Motosicle I get to the office at 930 today. It's a glorious summer morning, and I'm wearing a light floral print summer dress. I had decided to take my time this morning, and to walk around near the river, to listen to the birds and feel the morning sun on my face. It's nice that Sherry, my receptionist, has made coffee, and I pour a cup. Anything urgent? I ask her.

Nothing yet she replies. You're showing Hillside to the Parkers at 11.

Thanks, I guess I'll check my email and get things ready. I click the door shut to my office, and fire up the computer. Taking a sip of coffee, I notice an email from Michael. He's an ex boyfriend who stays in touch. We weren't particularly compatible, but we always had great sex and now he sends me dirty emails that always have a way of improving my mood. He's attached a photo of his chest and stomach, with just a peek at the beginning of his penis, leaving the rest to my imagination. His chest is hairy, and there's a trail of hair winding down his stomach to his pubes. He's not necessarily what you'd classify as fit, but I still think he's sexy as hell. Read more »