Roxy, Mizz Rose

Okay! Here's the almost final part of Strange Boys, it's a little shmoopy but hey, we can survive that right? Yeah.
Anyway, here they are, my little boys. I had great fun playing with them. I hope you enjoyed reading them.

Part Fourteen is here

( Strange Boys or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Game. Part Fifteen. )

Ahem...It's been brought to my attention by *koffnonameskoff* that The Big Echoey space is perhaps...a little skewed, morality-wise. Well, I just don't know what to say about that. I happen to think that Big Echoey is a place where we learn important lessons about life, what to do, and what not to do--for instance, don't give your boyfriend a RedK colonic--okay, this may have been implied, but--words to live by if your name is Lex. Also-- drugs are very bad. Don't steal, it's nasty and tacky. Lying-also a tacky, tacky thing to do, and besides people won't pay attention to you after a while and your invitations will drop-unless you're lying about your sex life--make it good and we'll invite you!

And, don't keep your make-up past six months, never save your sandwich on your night table to eat in the morning,it's okay in certain circumstances to wear white after Labour Day. No dating your girl-friend's ex--ever. Call me old school but it just shouldn't be done. Morals, people, morals. Establish before hand, spit or swallow.*nod* perhaps not a moral issue, but still, important. No need to thank me-- these are gifts I give back to the community.

If you have a question of morality, please feel free to ask me what I think, I may be able to help in some small way *modestly blushes* Sadly, I don't handle the life or death issues here, after all, I'm simply a humble purveyor of porn and thus not qualified for the Big Picture. *radiates humbleness of a quality so sterling, it shineth like the sun*

Anyhoo-- enough about me! Porn?

Part Twelve is here.


( Strange Boys or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Game.Part Thirteen. )

Hellllooo!
can you believe it, children? Part eleven...do you think they'll have..you know...*nudgenudge, winkwink*...stuff-- yet? Let's see, shall we?

Part Ten is here.

( >Strange Boys or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Game. Part Eleven. )

This is a little bridgey bit , when I come back from The Underworld, I'll post the next bit. We're entering Wrap It Up land, so yee-haw, everybody! In the mean time, please to be enjoying these little cookies I made just for you. See? this one looks like a penis, doesn't it? Though I'm pretty sure it was supposed to be a dachshund...

Part eight is here.

( Strange Boys or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Game.Part Nine. )

Part Six is here.

Brrr! It's a little cold today, beloved ones. Hand Yer Mother that big fluffy blanket why don't you. And of course you can join me under it. Shall we check and see what the clever lads are up to now?

( Strange Boys or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Game. Part Seven. )

Part four is here.

Ah, little ones! come in, come in! It's story time, yes it is! Have you been good little girls? Of course you have. Gather round, and yer mother will tell you another tale about Dear Little Bruce and his Clever Friend Lex. Shhh!

(  Strange Boys or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Game.Part Five. )

And before I go, would you like a quick little fic? *snorfle, is twelve* Yeah. It's gonna be one of *those* days. Aaaand look! behold the beauty that is my icon! I whined hard for this one, ba-beees!

Like ta see it? Here it is!

( Strange Boys or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Game. Part Three. )

...I've been promising Brex for a while now, and I haven't been holding out, I've been poking it along. So, today, two Brex in...well--two. There's a short Brex interlude in Dis and this thing--a short little story about...heh--jerking off basically. It's about 14 very, very short parts. Let's start with part one , shall we?

( Strange Boys or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Game )

ETA: typing is the Devil