Well…I had to do whatever or…whoever everyone else was doing.” he said apologetically. “Hmmmm.” I said. “How was she?” “Excuse me?” ...��How was she? My wife? Was she a good fuck? You are the first man I am actually talking to who has fucked my wife. Well, about fucking my wife anyway.” “Sir….please…..” he said hesitantly. “Just answer me, dammit!” I yelled. “She is…well, god has made her just for fucking men, Sir. She is a natural. And very talented. Does things with her mouth and cunt that I. ACROSS HIS GIRLY BEDHe looks sexy,Shirtless in bed,With his hairy legsExposed, a teddy bearHeld against his breastsAnd dolls on either sideOf his feminine hips,Wet and bloody,As if from birth,A tear upon his cheek,With nothing left to loseBut the semen smearedAcross his girly bed.BECAUSEI like him becauseHe wears eye shadowAnd mascara;I like him becauseHe wears lipstick and blush;I like him becauseHe has full, round breastsAnd wears a brassiereBeneath his frilly blouse;I like him becauseHe has. I realised how my life style had provided me with so many so called 'Friends', but none I could confide in, not one single one that I could cry my heart out to. There was one of course, but he wouldn't speak to me, and who could blame him.I'd turned down several 'dates', and told them I wasn't well. I must have sounded terrible on the phone, so I guess they believed me, and anyway I was in no condition to entertain any men. To my shame, even then, I never thought about telling them I was. ”“Sorry baby, but the fun is just beginning.”As the words were spoken, Christi’s skin seemed to molt under his touch, changing from as soft as a peach to as rough as a gravel road. And it seemed to be… moving? Stepping back, Jason’s eyes widened in terror as the woman he was holding ceased to exist. In her place was a humanoid effigy, made solely of crimson fire ants all crawling over each other. With gaping pits in place of eyes, the entity gave a demonic laugh and lunged forwards, wrapping.