Kurt Cobain Shotgun Novels & Stories

I gasped loudly at the intense stretch. “Oh god… it hurts, Mr. Kent!” I cried. He ignored my whimpers and kept pushing, forcing inch after thick, veiny inch deep into my greedy asshole. The burning pain slowly melted into overwhelming pleasure as he buried his entire cock inside me. I was gripping the edges of his desk so hard my knuckles turned white. Soon I was pushing back against him, fucking myself on his big cock like a desperate slut. “Oh fuck, Mr. Kent! I’m gonna cum! Please don’t stop!”

He knew there were no bullets in it but, hopefully they wouldn't call his bluff. "Hey man," the man put his hands up. "Are you Seven from the Sabers?" "Who wants to know?" He cocked his gun hoping that they would be intimidated and run away. Four other men appeared from around the corner and a couple more jumped down from the roof of the store. He was surrounded. "You're on our territory, man." The guy smirked and shook his head. . "You should know better than to trespass on someone's else's territory." "I don't even associate with them anymore. I'm done living that kind of lifestyle." Seven explained as he slowly backs away.

My curiosity sharpened instantly. I glanced between the two, waiting. When I made to stand, Lucas subtly raised a hand, and I froze mid-motion, perched at the edge of my seat. His eyes scanned the screen. Slowly, deliberately. Then his jaw clenched. The anger rose in him like a controlled detonation, silent but unmistakable. “What happened?” I asked, the suspense scraping at my nerves. The quiet was unbearable, too long, too heavy. “It’s Gordon,” Lucas said finally. “He shot his shot.”

I promise to always love you to the very end…till we grow old and death does us part. Suddenly, I heard some sounds like gunshots and Kurt Sheldon to me became weak. " Did you hear that?" I asked He only moaned but his body was becoming heavier for me to carry. That was when I noticed a liquid running down his back and I felt it before lifting my fingers where I can see them. Oh, Goddess! Kurt had been shot multiple times in the back, I screamed and pulled away from his grip only for him to slump to the ground. Oh No! No! No No! No!

I smiled as I quickly rolled my eyes behind my closed eyelids so that he wouldn't see it, "I'll try not to stress about it. I really do highly appreciate you all taking care of things for me again." "Everyone deserves a break now and then. Especially you. Now, this is from both Bet and I," Mr. Kurtz reached behind a small pile of stacked square bales and pulled out a saddle holster that he had hidden. I tightly furrowed my brows in confusion as I shifted my gaze between the saddle holster and the man who reminded me of the happier version of the man painted in American Gothic. Mr. Kurtz started chuckling softly, "It's not empty, there's a semiautomatic 12 gauge inside ....."

This is the day, the day that I will lose my freedom. Shit! I walk back and forth to the room I am occupying. I've already dressed in a tuxedo for the wedding. I kept biting my fist and couldn't help but look at the clock. Damn! Why do I have this feeling that I will be hanged on to sentence death? I do not want to! I don't want to! I quickly grabbed my bag hanging behind the door and grabbed a few pieces of clothes, shorts and underwear. After I packed all the things I need temporarily, I was about to leave the room but the door suddenly opened. My cousin appeared in front of the door.