Porn in the Style of Emily Dickenson

Story by Whyte Yote on SoFurry

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I took your load three times last night--

A feat of magnitude

You texted me and I just laughed

Cause you were in the mood

But--really--who was I to think

My hole was still too tight--

You said you'd take it nice and slow

Unless I tried to fight

I'm sorry I was way too loud--

The neighbors called the cops

But left as soon as you explained

That I was just a fox--

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He Doesn't Love You (unfinished)

**Original story by Foxpaws Zupe, rewritten in my style at his request...all else belongs solely to him!** **He Doesn't Love You (unfinished)** **words ©2007 Whyte Yoté** **story © unknown** **FEEDBACK always welcome to: ...

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Saki in November

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The Toast

The coupe sped around the corner from Woodlawn onto 53rd, its rear end thrown out into a jerky drift by the slick roadway. It was the only sign of life at nine o'clock on a lazy April evening in otherwise roaring times. It skittered and screeched to a...

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