Dreadful for what I expected at home I waited for Hogun to pick me up, but he seemed pleased with himself as he showed up and climbed into his floater... “Your father has allowed for you to stay with me again for a while. You don’t need to go to the burg.”I sighed relieved and told him about father’s strange behavior and then about the visit. He threw his hands in the air in a resigning gesture. “The Arnskes are about as traditional as they come. I think they don’t lift an arm before checking if. She wore the lace pair, the fifth set of ears they’d gone through during the unhinged on again/off again year they’d spent together. The other pairs of ears had been respectively ripped, crushed, lost in a Vegas strip club, and left under a hotel bed.Under the ears sat a tousle of black hair. She’d dyed her hair black too; she knew how much he loved it when she changed her hair color. It made him feel like he was fucking a stranger. Or a fantasy.Clearly, she had come to town prepared.His cock. Opyright 2004 by LVWolfman, All rights reserved - June 29, 2003ForwardWelcome to my first published fiction (other than perhaps my resume.)While I'm a fan of erotic mind control stories, I've noticed that many of the first published stories by amateur authors fall into this genre and use many of the same cliches. This was recently explained to me as being the "Hello World!" of erotic literature. (For those with no programming experience, the reference books for almost every programming language. I almost forgot that there was a dick poking through a glory hole that needed attention! Even as I took hold of it in my hand, I was trembling with uncertainty. Was this a ruse, a plot to coax out "the queer"? No. There was no pulling back, no shouts of "you fucking queer" etc. This was on! I looked at my fellow cubicle dweller and motioned to him to come forward. I held up the cock at a near 45 degree angle and within seconds, a hot, wet mouth was going to work. Beer or no beer, his skills.