Crazy Dave Novels & Stories

He's supposed to be humble, caring, straight forward and funny. Barry is matured, selfless, simple, loving, crazy..he's..I don't know..just..so perfect!

What do you think is wrong with DAVE? XOXO.

I couldn't see anything but I felt Mistress Jane give me another inch. The big head of her dick pushed passed my inner sphincter muscle. It felt wonderful. I was cock crazy and needed the whole thing. I heard Jane tease me. She said, "Does that feel good Dave?" "It should feel good." "That's a real dick in your ass." I was past the point of caring. I would play along. I heard myself saying, "Fuck my ass sir." "Stick your big warm wonderful cock all the way up my ass and make me your bitch." "I need a real dick so bad!"

Kimi stated, and took her turn. “Oh, I definitely look more like my mother,” Dave grinned. “She described my dad as tall, blonde, and handsome.” I placed a catapult for my turn. “Does she remember his name?” Dave mimicked a dreamy expression. “Rafe Sanguinario. Sounds like a fake name you’d give a girl you didn’t really care about.” Fuck. I’m going to kill that damn bloodsucker. “It’s not fake,” I said. Dave looked at me confused, as did everyone else around the coffee table. “What do you mean?”

since the woman's hands have been constantly stroking and touching Dave's chest. "Well, I'm coming, Baby! Keep saying my name!" Dave ordered out of breath. dave never thought that a woman who from the outside looked innocent and kind like Cassandra, was in fact very wild in bed and even very aggressive. Rather than a girl, according to Dave, Cassandra looked more like a bitch. Her way of satisfying men looks very shrewd. and like a professional. No need to be in doubt. Dave was completely satisfied. "I'll be there!" moaned Dave, who felt that his juniors were getting bigger and would soon release millions of semen ready to be accommodated by the condom he was currently using.

Chadwick strode confidently to his seat. Feeling cut off, I waited patiently for the program to be over, using the Candy crush game on my phone as an escape from reality. “Hey, baby. You're looking lonely. I'll join you.” I looked up. Dave's satanic smile unnerved me. I felt like vomiting and avoided eye contact. “No, thank you.” Ignoring me, he took a place next to me and draped an arm over my shoulder. “This presentation is fucking boring, dont you think? Software development, bla bla bla. That's not our thing.”

He asked. "That would be yesterday. Damn!! Alot has changed in this city since the last time I was here" Dave stated looking around the living room. "You can say that again. So whatsup with you, how is the life?" Dave removed his dark shade he had on. "Well, I have been doing rather great. I decided to get a diploma program in security intelligence and guess what, I did great!" "I am really happy for you fam. So why are you in Carlifornia" Ciro asked happily

At least if we were about to get murdered, I'd be going out with my favorite idiot by my side. The door creaked, and footsteps echoed against the concrete floor. Dave strolled in, his cigarette between his fingers, exhaling smoke like he was in some mobster movie. His two goons followed, standing like statues behind him. "Well, look at you two," he drawled, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. "Like a couple of sitting ducks." I gritted my teeth. "What do you want, Dave?" He flicked the ashes off his cigarette. "What is it I yearn for? Hmm. Good question." He turned to his men. "What do I want, boys?"

Dave said and Nolan looked at him as if he just found hope. "Do it!" He commanded and Dave stepped down at once. Dave was an undercover agent for NorthHill Government for thirteen years, he's so skilled in fighting and killing. He's very Dangerous and those who truly kmows him fears him. Infact, to focus on the career that fate had chosen for him, he castrated himself. Such a weird and harmful man. Dave entered through the gate and soon appeared before the main door of the duplex, he knocked on the door and it opened in no time, then Michael appeared.

“I hate watching decent people get screwed by dubious snakes.” Suddenly, the giant double doors at the entrance creaked open. I braced for SWAT or something, but nope. It was Dave. The dude looked like he’d been in a tornado. Missing tie, sleeves rolled, purple bruise on his face. He scanned the place, found me, and seemed like he’d seen a ghost. “Zella,” he growled and walked over, radiating bad news. “We’re leaving. Now.”