Bogie And Bacall Novels & Stories

And now we were being thrown out, in the middle of the night of course, since he didn’t give two shits about us, the insignificant little workers, like he liked to call us. “Have you finished packing?” I asked Kara, once I got out of the woods, heading straight to Ghost, who was sitting calmly right next to her, grabbing him by the collar and attaching the leash. “Yep. All done,” She answered smiling, looking like we were packing for a trip instead of being thrown out. So careless, like always... “Good. Then we’re good to go,” I accounted out loud, then headed to that old piece of junk that we liked to call a ‘car’, dragging Ghost with me.

It was an unknown number. "Hello?" I said after I had answered. "Tony Caraballo." The person said with a hint of mischief and immediately I knew who it was. Brian Cage, my worst enemy and the only human that I was bound to murder in the future. I thought I had gotten rid of him after I beat him up in a match but it seems like the idiot never learned. "Brian! What do you want?" I asked through gritted teeth. "Why so rude, Ballo? I only called to say hi to an old friend and let you know I am back in town."

Bogo trailed off, his eyes widening as the realization dawned on him. "Exactly, Bogo," She confirmed, observing his visible shock. "A Recessive and non-dominant... he... he could... oh, fuck!" Bogo slumped forward in his seat, closing his eyes. "This is bad..." he breathed out slowly. "This is really bad."

Karlisle plunged harder, and Steffan could really feel the maknae’s long and hard shaft slip inside and outside of his hole. ‘’Aaahhh…Karlisle…Fuck me harder! Faster, Karlisle! Do it faster! Ooohhh…’’ And Karlisle did. But now, Steffan is sitting on top of his lap, and he made his partner bounce on his erect member. With a raspy voice, he asked his lover, “Steffan … Could you feel my long dick hitting your prostate… Tell me, Steffan…’’

He looked back at the mare and sighed, “On my horse, I think.” With Brandon’s assistance, Bog struggled onto the back of the reluctant gelding. Brandon did his best to reassure the horses and calm them until they had grown more accustomed to Bog’s scent before leaping onto Fiona’s mare and spurring it into action. Bog expressed his dismay over his inability to ride well, resulting in Brandon grabbing the reins of his enormous gelding and pulling it behind Fiona’s mare. He hoped with all his might that the powerful gelding would restrain from barreling over the top of his less muscular mount.