Stories From The Head

Working the Ass “Exodus? What a funny name!” Boinntramp remarked as she lit her post-coital cigarette. “Yeah, I was named after my father”, Exodus replied. “How come he was named Exodus?” Boinntramp inquired. Exodus frowned. “He didn’t. He was called Jørn. But I was named AFTER him. I wasn’t even born when he got his name…” Boinntramp flicked her cigarette out the window, and, deciding to give the name-discussion a rest, started working Exodus’ ass with a ferocious passion. Now, when I say “working the ass”, I don’t mean putting Exodus’ donkey to work. No, I’m talking about the noble art of fucking. ASS-fucking, to be precise. And Boinntramp was an expert. She could punish an ass with such a passion that grown men would commit mass-suicide by the mere thought of her abilities…. *DUE TO THE GRAPHIC NATURE OF THIS STORY, IT WILL NOW BE TERMINATED. A MORE FAMILY-ORIENTED VERSION WILL COMMENCE* “Exodus? What a funny name!” Boinntramp remarked as she lit her XXXX-XXXXXX cigarette. “Yeah, I was named after my father”, Exodus replied. “How come he was named Exodus?” Boinntramp inquired. Exodus frowned. “He didn’t. He was called Jørn. But I was named AFTER him. I wasn’t even born when he got his name…” Boinntramp flicked her cigarette out the window, and, deciding to give the name-discussion a rest, started working Exodus’ ass with a ferocious passion. The ass’ name was Waldeman, and he was a happy little donkey. Boinntramp loved Waldeman from the moment she heard his “hee-haw”, and they worked well together. One day Boinntramp had an idea! SHE WOULD WORK THE ASS’ ASS! She found an old flag-pole, glued rusty spikes to the end…      *TERMINATED*

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