Neal and Kiko
by Erin Ferdinand (yourpalerin@yahoo.com)
Neal Pollack lay with one arm propped behind his head, captivated by the brilliant night sky. Above him, Kiko practiced her high wire act, wearing nothing but a red silk kimono. He hid under her safety net, certain that she sensed his presence. His suspicion was confirmed as she used her body to spell out "I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U-N-E-A-L. M-A-K-E-L-O-V-E-TO-M-E-N-E-A-L-!" Not once, but three times… and in Kanji.
Neal mindlessly slipped his hand under the waistband of his pants. Kiko's elegant limbs contorted erotically as she spun end-over-end-over-end. Her legs parted, revealing her lickable, sleek pussy and a smooth, bare ass that was just begging to be slapped. Using his only his thumb and forefinger, Neal lightly stroked himself, contemplating the shapes their bodies could make if ever he had the opportunity to penetrate this human kaleidoscope...
NEWS FLASH!!!
A MAN WITH A MULLET HAS JUST FLED ON FOOT FROM THE SANDPIPER TRAILER PARK IN LINTTRAP, INDIANA, WHERE HE WAS UNDER HOUSE ARREST FOR KIDNAPPING HIS FORMER WIFE OF SEVEN YEARS AND TRANSPORTING HER ACROSS THE BORDER TO CANADA IN THE TRUNK OF THEIR ’87 GRAND MARQUIS.
ARMED WITH A 24 PAK OF RED WHITE AND BLUE, HE IS CONSIDERED HIGHLY DANGEROUS -- REPEAT -- HIGHLY DANGEROUS!!
WE NOW INTERRUPT YOUR REGULARILY SCHEDULED FAN FICTION TO TAKE YOU LIVE TO NASA WHERE HIS MOVEMENTS ARE BEING MONITORED BY THE JUNIOR-JUNIOR OFFICIALS OF THE FASCIST DIVISION OF THE DEPARTMENT OF HOMELAND SECURITY…
