Get In My Swamp

by G.M. Fairy

Oh, he’s tall enough, five-foot-eleven. The size of his little friend, though, let’s just say the rumors aren’t true about the correlation from hand to dick size. He has big hands.

My rationale for trapping and eating them is that they clearly want to die. I mean, there’s a sign, come on.

I’m the only ogre in my community. It can be rather lonely being the only seven-foot, green, hilarious, and gut-wrenchingly handsome creature around, but it’s a cross I bear.

It must be her rack. A nice pair of tits always ruins a man’s judgment.

She doesn’t seem like the type of girl to swoon over such basic decencies, such as not eating her, but maybe my good buddy Stockholm will help me out.