Showing posts with label slash fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label slash fiction. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Cap' that Iron Ass




Tony gets rough with his man Cap.
That armor can't protect you from love, Tony!
Stop fighting it, girl!

Now quit acting like you don't like it rough, Steve.
You're just upset he trashed y'all's make-out couch.
Memories are special, fragile things.

Ooh, chile; now Miss Acrobat Steve, we knew you could grab
your own ankles, but your man's, too? Kinky!
You GO boy!

That boy is on fire; Flame ON!
Scream like a bitch!
(He like it when you make noise!)

Brutalized and submissive...it's hot, but it ain't right.
You don't have to deal with all that abuse, Steve.
Somewhere there's a man who will give you sweet,
calm, good loving. Without the bruises.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Hammer Time


That sounds like one hell of an invitation if
ever I heard on!

I don't know that I've ever witnessed someone
offering up their hammer with such ferocity!
And he's starting off looking worked over
like a bone in a pack of dogs.

Yeah, honey--you did it! GRABBED that big ol' thick
hammer... with a PURPOSE! Even knew enough to
get it good and solid at the base! (Looks like you can
strap it on if things get hairy, too.)

So you done been through everybody else already, eh?
Got you a regular super-orgy going on up on that
big ol' cosmic rock.

So NOW whatcha got planned?


Oh, my!

I see....Even tore-up from floor-up,
you got a big ol' hammer needs discharging.

Damn...who knew a simple Kansas farm boy
was such rough trade?!?

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