Based on "Casey at the Bat" by Ernest L. Thayer The evening looked quite dismal at the Polo ...lub that night;The patrons, in their suits and ties, seemed angry and uptight,So when Crystal broke a heel, and Beth's stockings had a run,The owner of the drag club said, "I fear we are undone!" A big-shot critic's out there now, just waiting to review.If the show tonight ain't really good, then our days here are through.We've only one last. Now I have had lots of kinky sex in my life. Some pretty wild but I will be honest I had never even considered bestiality. Sure I had seen my dogs cock when he was licking it and I had seen dogs fucking before, but sex between me and a dog had never crossed my mind. That is up until right now. That woman who had the fantasy seemed so turned on by the idea and the woman in the story loved it so much she only wanted that kind of sex. I had pulled my fingers from my pussy and were looking at. ” I sat up at the news. “This is that new?” I asked in surprise as I took another look at the scar. “Yeah. If that’s how you define ‘new.’” His tone stopped me again. He was speaking robotically, and I would recognize that way of speaking anywhere. It was the tone of someone who was speaking of a recently past hurt – one that had yet to heal. I didn’t know what to say, though. I knew enough of hurt to know that at this stage, nothing anybody could say would make the pain any easier to bear.. The figure was a tall young man with a lean but muscular build, garbed in brown boots, grey baggy pants, a black sash, and a black hooded shirt with a vest. Wrapped around his wrists were two rosary bead cords and two metal shackles. The man had medium-length dark hair that was slicked back, a gray complexion, piercing blue eyes that could almost glow in the dark, and hidden under his hood were two horns that protruded just past his hair line and reached back across his scalp almost.Read More
