Halloween Ball

Kat and I received an elegant invitation
Which at first caused a bit of agitation
Come one, come all
To a Halloween Ball
With costumes sparked by your imagination

Crowded events are not usually high on our list
But attending this affair would help family coexist
Yet making a costume
Makes both of us fume
And as time slipped away the more we got pissed

Perfect costumes aren’t just a matter of choice
They need to speak loudly without using a voice
Speaking, “It’s you!”
Replying, “So true”
And if it does not you will never rejoice

The day of the ball was drawing here quickly
In the pit of our stomachs we felt rather sickly
To get rid of the hex
We had rousing sex
And our costume ideas came rather slickly

I’d go as a penis and she as a pussy
Mine would be stiff and hers rather juicy
She’d touch my knob
I’d start to throb
And we’d dance to the music all loosely-goosey

But what would this do to the family affair?
Some grieving, some leaving, some pulling of hair
Or would they just giggle
When we start to wiggle
Till dear Aunty Fannie plopped out of her chair

Would each of our relatives think us quite rude?
Or would our costume choice cause a family feud?
Or would kith and kin
Succumb to our sin
And strip off their piety with a new attitude?

Would Andy and Randi admit they were gay?
Or would all shout at once with something to say?
Would old folks’ pop pills,
And mothers’ get chills
While drinkin’ and thinkin’ and wantin’ to play?

Could Uncle Sylvester calm Aunt Abigail
Before callin’ the cops for our ride to the jail?
And will cousin Gerty
Keep callin’ us “dirty”
While rubbin’ her crotch on a wrought iron rail?

Will we see all the young men soon start to squirm
While thinking of girls and ways to shoot sperm?
Bulging in pants
For secret romance
Then quick on the trigger, not lasting full-term

But what if our choice causes more than a stir?
Blown out of proportion, all actions a blur
To Grandma a shock
At the costumed cock
While Grandpa keeps strokin’ the fake pussy fur

Maybe our choice of costumes is a bit hasty
Perhaps we need to consider something less tasty
We need to think
So give us a drink
And keep them coming till we’re shit-faced and pasty

No super-heroes and no kids’ fairytales
No clowns or gowns with bloody entrails
No Keystone cops
No preg-o that pops
And no banshee bitch that wickedly wails

No preacher, no teacher, no G.I. olive drab
No horned headed opera singer with lots of flab
I won’t be a boxer
Kat’s not a bobby socks-er
Nor will she be a specimen in a mad scientist’s lab

We think and we ponder perplexed and forlorn
We grumble quite grouchy all tattered and torn
Both of us yell
This is Halloween hell!
Screw the ball; Kat grab the camcorder, let’s fuck and make porn

The Stranger

As a child I spent hour upon hour, day after day, contemplating an alien mystery. My mind’s eye conjured countless images of the elusive being that had the power to change ordinary people into raving lunatics, ravenous beasts, or simply strike them dumb with some strange catatonic malady—after suffering shivering, quivering fits. And the only name I knew it by was Evil-O.

Continue reading “The Stranger”


The green-eyed wolf in dreams I see
Calls to the lost, lonely girl in me
Come willingly to me, little red
Naked, slip into my waiting bed
And I will set your caged spirit free

For Alpha, who saved me …                        

Photo from Pixabay

Bloody Date

A sexy and sassy babe to a party did go
Started to pursue a hunk named Beau
Thoughts of him nude
Doing things to her rude
Made her quite wet and hot down below


A strong woman she was so she made the first play
By the stroke of midnight she wanted to go all the way
Have her bottom spanked red
Then be tied to the bed
And climax after climax till the break of day

She thought she was doing everything right
Then kissed him with tongue and got such a fright
She felt sudden pangs
After tonguing his fangs
And the taste of her blood brought him instant delight

What human could she tell that wouldn’t call her a liar?
And what of her urge, now a full-blown desire?
“Before me now kneel
I’ll feast and I’ll feel
And you’ll be the slave of a Master Vampire”

Normally, she’d love to submit to a sexy man
Especially a stud with a very firm hand
She always did yearn
For a naughty girl’s turn
Across the lap of a spanking artisan

But warning signs flashed when she looked in a mirror
And only female images did not disappear
Is it enough evidence
To label all of the gents?
Perhaps not, but something in the situation was quite queer

Did he lust for her body or simply her blood?
Would she wake up in bed or face down in the mud?
Would this man of girls’ dreams
Invoke nothing but screams
Leaving her naked corpse covered in crud?


“Will you be mine tonight?” she now heard him query
And who could begrudge her for feeling quite leery?
He asked if she’d strip
She replied rather flip
“Bite me!” which sparked a change in him evil and eerie

He gripped her hair and pulled back her head
Exposing her tender neck, her eyes full of dread
He bit her soft flesh
Blood savory and fresh
But the feigned fear in her eyes turned to excitement instead

For she too had more than a secret to tell
Omega to an Alpha with a blood lust to kill
A bite on her neck
Is like a love peck
It makes werewolf bitches horny as hell


She transformed in an instant all fur and desire
With love for her Alpha, heart burning like fire
He’d see to her needs
For doing her deeds
So she howled for her bitches to slay every vampire

They played their parts well as they came to the dance
Playing lusty females seeking a night of romance
But they came for meat
A wolf pack must eat
But their feast and fling took on an air of necromance

I was warned not to tell how the blood bath did end
Too many on both sides have wounds that will mend
But if you get an itch
To bite the neck of a bitch
Her blood lust will boil, and to hell you’ll descend


Lookout for Ms. Bitchy: a poetic fable

A note I did leave for Kat to receive
To Lookout Point she was commanded to go
She was to prepare love holes and hair
Lube it, plug it, and shave down below

Silky panties in place, big smile on her face
The rest of her outfit she did don
To her car she went, lustful and hell-bent
An eager little beaver needing to be pounced upon


With foot she pushed pedal right down to the metal
And arrived too soon at the chosen rendezvous
Half-hour till dark, she still chose to park
Commands from the note she still had to do

Blindfold to place, and binds to lace
She loved being her Daddy’s most obedient sub
Fulfilling the task at hand she wishes for cheeks tanned
Aroused by her plug and its pleasuring rub

But her early arrival sparks need for survival
When drifters in the shadows see Kat start to prepare
When opportunity knocks they think with their cocks
And the drunkest says, “I got dibs on her underwear.”

All five of them grinning with rotgut thoughts of sinning
It’s been years since any of them had any trim
They stumble and plod toward Kat’s hopped-up rod
Hoping for BJ’s and a hot, tight little quim


Kat failed to see the walking misery
While considering Daddy’s list of things to do
But to the drifters’ dismay, their approach given away
As they burped and farted their ninety-proof fuel

When Kat’s innocent sniff caught the putrefied whiff
She knew trouble came without an invitation
Daddy would soon arrive, but she had to survive
And that meant action without hesitation

Kat tried a retreat to the driver’s seat
While calling for help at the top of her voice
At the moment she did sit, a filthy hand grabbed for her tit
And she knew she had no other choice


At times she is classy, at other times sassy
But on rare occasions she just has to let Ms. Bitchy loose
Like Jekyll and Hyde, a transformation must abide
When dickheads fuck with her it’s time to cook their goose

She pulled out her mace and sprayed the grabber’s face
Then back-fisted his nose just to see his blood splatter
She turned in the seat and kicked with both feet
Convincing the SOB she was crazier than the Mad Hatter

He fell to the ground with a sickening sound
It felt like she punted his nuts clear up to his throat
But Ms. Bitchy wasn’t done; it was gettin’ to be fun
So she swung her purse at his head, and that’s all she wrote

The drifters now leaderless, they acted quite peter-less
Four pussies that started to caterwaul
But Ms. Bitchy bid them come, and they were drunk and dumb
And didn’t see the proverbial writing on the wall

Drunken number two did not have a clue
He just kept coming forward, while reachin’
So he tasted her mace, then got scratched ‘cross the face
Then a kick to his knee cap left him bawlin’ and screechin’

Number three drunk stunk worse than a skunk
This gave away his ambush from the rear
Ms. Bitchy’s concealed gun was grabbed as she spun
And she taught the dumb bastard the meaning of fear


She shoved the nine-mil through his lips for a thrill
Split lips and broke teeth as it cleared a straight path
He sputtered and gagged and spit lots of blood
And wished to repent and stave-off Ms. Bitchy’s wrath

Her trigger finger now itchin’, the nerves in it were twitchin’
She wanted to rid the world of this felonious fool
But a small part of her inside still wanted to abide
By her folks’ teachings about the Golden Rule

She let the weasel free after his sudden urge to pee
The disgust upon her face was evident
And as he kissed the ground there came another sound
One that Ms. Bitchy thought was heaven-sent

On a modern metal horse, on the most direct course
Her Alpha came chargin’ on his Harley sounding like thunder
The last two drunks, no better than punks
Had premonitions of waking up six-feet under

They chose to beat-feet in a hasty retreat
But they could not outrun the Mad Wolf ridin’ a hog
With no thoughts to coddle he twisted the throttle
And ran over their asses, leavin’ them bloodied and dazed in a fog

No more threat in the air, her protector now there
Ms. Bitchy transformed back to obedient Kat
Exhibiting her charms she jumped in Daddy’s arms
Wrapped her legs around his waist and that-was-that


While giving him a hug she remembered the plug
And whispered her urgent needs in Daddy’s ear
Off they did go, home to complete the show
Ending with multiple orgasms while Daddy fucked her rear

Ms. Bitchy has her place, but not in Daddy’s face,
Kat treasures her position under Daddy’s lovin’ but firm rule
So Ms. Bitchy stays out of sight till a circumstance with fright
Allows her loose with Daddy’s blessing, with a fuckin’ adrenaline rush that’s cool

The moral of the story is, if you’ve got an urge to shoot your jizz
Jack-off and whack-off or go pay a whore
Cuz’ Kat loves only Daddy, and Daddy only loves Kat
And Ms. Bitchy and Alpha will leave anyone uninvited bloody and sore
(the ever lovin’ end)