Maidens, Monsters and Heroes: The Fantasy Illustrations of H.J. Ford

I pointed at the large lump in his crotch. "Is that all you think about?" He crossed his legs trying to hide the erection, his face blushing. "You've got a one track mind, Himmler! You're sick, sick, sick. I don't think I want to know you any more…" "Wow, Pol… I'm sorry," the big turkey blubbered. "I know you're not that kind of a girl…" At that very instant my asshole kind of twitched and I was bathed in warm memories of stabbing dog dick, dick pounding on my sphincter. I thought: "If you only knew, you big tub of guts!!!" I had to turn away to repress the bubbling rush of giggles I felt rising from my soul. "And don't you forget it, Harold!" I warned him. "Take me home!!" "Monster Man" cranked up the Ford and eased out into the street, meek as a lamb. To make him feel even worse about his base desires, I didn't deny him the ritual peck on the cheek at my front door. "Oh, wow" the caveman gushed, rushing away from me to hide his tears, his shame. Damn! Was that ever a kick in the ass! Chapter 5 "Wedding Night Blues" June 9, 1971 Dear Diary: Do I ever have some hot news to write about!! No longer am I Miss Polly Oliver! It's Mrs ...»