Q: How big is the printed image on the chest/pocket of the tee shirt?Ī: The size of the image depends on the artwork chosen and is scaled to the following dimensions as a maximum size for each size. Q: How big is the printed image on the back of the tee shirt? Depending on the artwork selected, the image may be printed smaller: “I pay my staff exceedingly well.Q: How big is the printed image on the front of the tee shirt?Ī: The size of the image depends on the artwork chosen and is scaled to the following dimensions as a maximum size for each size. “But you will be able to afford it if you are my servant.” He scratches his claws through his chest fur. “No one is going to give me issues if I get one of those? How do I get one?” I’m told that Lady va’Rin compared it to a cat from her world and was excessively pleased at the gift.” ![]() “It is a great, lizardlike creature with iridescent scales, but is extremely intelligent and loyal. 'Wow, Naomi really fucked out Biology last year, lets hope she does better second time around.' OR 'Dont forget to bring the cider for tonights party' 'Its alright, Ive got it covered, Im not gonna fuck out. Do you know what that is?” When I shake my head, he continues. “Because my informant that scoped out this planet for me told me that Lord va’Rin’s wife was just gifted a carinoux. “There’s an approved pet list? How would you know?” I figured cats were contraband, but I also figured what no one knew about wouldn’t hurt them. One that is approved of by those that run this place.” His eyes gleam, and I feel like I’ve stumbled into a trap. “I don’t need your money! What the hell would I buy?” “I didn’t say I would do it!” I spread my hands. If you want a servant, you’re going to have to pay up.” “We were free on our home world and we’ve been freed again here. He really is not winning me over with all this happy-servant-human-chattel talk. “It is really hard to have a conversation with you when you keep fondling yourself!” And third of all, quit fucking touching your dick!” I wave a hand at him as he messes with it again. Second of all, I’m not doing anything for you. He adjusts his cock again – which, I am relieved to note, is still flaccid – and eyes me. He speaks slower, as if that was the problem. Zhur waves a hand idly to me, as if shooing me away. ![]() How did things escalate so damn quickly? I swear I turned my back on him for a minute and suddenly he’s naked in my bed. I stare at him in horror as he reaches out and adjusts himself. He might even be trying to break a few records. So 6 hours later, I eventually got it downloaded onto my barely-functioning computer as an mp3 which I transferred to my phone via iTunes. This guy is living up to what I’ve heard. Some humans had positive experiences in bed with their alien captors, but one theme has been consistent overall - the dicks are always huge. Get the Fuck out of Bed by Nick Gisburne Full Text: This is a parody of the bestselling book 'Go the Fuck to Sleep', which was written for the parents. It was a lucky thing for me, being in that aquarium environment, even if it was incredibly lonely. I’m one of the few human refugees that hasn’t been sexual with any of the alien races we’ve met. You're standin' to close what the fck's with. Everything is hanging out for anyone to see, and the darn thing lies against his thigh, large and in charge. You're standin' to close what the fck's with you, You ain't my old lady and you ain't a tattoo, No need to whimper, no need to shout, This party's over so get the fck out, Get the fck out The morning's comin' in and this is my bed If I find you here when I wake up The maid is gonna find me dead. He’s not circumcised, but he’s also a show-er. Even through the fur, I can see his enormous schlong. His upper arms and his chest are covered with more of the thick fur, and it tapers down to a thin coating over his skin on his lower abdomen and thighs, with a prominent tuft right between the legs. One arm is propped up behind his head and his long, furry white jowl-fur spills fluffily over his arm. He lounges on his back, his feet hanging over the edge of the bed. It’s one thing to spend time with a seven foot tall cat alien, and it’s another to have him naked in my bed. I stop and shriek at the sight before me. Does he think if he bullies me he can get his way despite my protests? The thought pisses me off and I storm toward my bedroom door, flinging it open. That this is a misunderstanding and no one is serving anyone. He seems to think I’m his servant despite me declaring repeatedly that I’m not. ![]() He wants a bath and fresh clothes? I want a live-in maid and a chocolate cake as big as my table. He shuts the door behind him and I’m left fuming in the living area. I stare after the presumptuous alien as he enters my bedroom as if he owns the place.
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