Get In My Swamp

by G.M. Fairy

“Donny, I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, but we are not friends. Stay away from me and stay away from my prisoner, or it will be your eyeballs I’m munching on for my next meal. Touch her and die.”

I think the feminist gods will forgive me if I use a little seduction to get out of the clutches of an ogre. Fuck that guy. Operation Pussy-Trap, commence.

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.

He could break my neck without even exerting much energy, and for some odd reason, that turns me on. God, do I need a therapist.

“You have two options. I can either let you go, or you can let me spread your legs open and lick your pussy until you’re begging me to fuck you.”

I’ve never been impaled by a monster dick before. It was top-notch, but yeah, I’m going to be sore.”

“Bad girls, get tied up and fucked until they plead for me to stop.”

I can’t take a minute more of this Alabama freak show.

“You have to sit on my face before we go.”

“Sit on my face. It’s my turn to eat.”

“Ride my face.”