Erotic Creative Writing

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"Oh Karl, I want you to spunk all over my man-boobs!!!" Liquid jets of reproductive jizzle sailed forth into the ether and landed on Dick Cheney's pudgy chest. Dick (oh Dick!) shuddered with apprehensive delight as he shook back and forth his fat saturated flesh. Rivulets of Rove's salty goodness ran down forests of grizzled white hair; it was like the Niagara falls, with its glorious liquid stream constantly crashing down God's manly front. Karl shook the last stragglers from his weapon of mass destruction, carefully trying to avoid spunk stains on his expensive Armani trousers.

Cheney stood up, his chest a glistening display of withered manhood. His eyes brimmed with coke addled desire. He suddenly lunged at Rove's scalp, obtaining a firm grip on his lover's mane. He brought him closer, closer (closer!), until they were just a millimetre away from each other's war torn faces.With his whiskey breath blowing all over the crags that made up Karl's Mount Rushmore, he whispered: "Now I'm going to show you why they call me Dick."

You're not very good at counting, are you?

Oh I'm sorry, I was too busy wanking to notice the numbered order these stories are supposed to come in.

Too much wanking will make you go blind. Numbers are the first to go.

Sometimes I wank so hard that I get these weird 'Nam flashbacks...

Help me in my search for knowledge, I must learn the Secret Art. Who dares to help me raise the one whose very name near stills my heart?

ASTAROTH!

Things are more entertaining the way I read them.

Man-goose?

I'm down.

*honk*

I call this move "the flying V"...