BreakerMorant
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Just another starving ARTIST
WRITER
PHOTOGRAPHER
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Stories (2/0)
"Captain, O' My Captain"
The Chief Engineer was a big man. He had red hair and a flaming red beard. He was a Scotsman of course. A huge lumbering red haired Scotsman. A Scotsman by birth, an American by Naturalization, and oddly a Jew by persuasion. He was also a drunk with the most prodigious thirst of any man on the planet. Best not to get in between the Chief and a tot o' Scotch.
By BreakerMorant4 years ago in Filthy
The Way of the Camera
Another photo shoot with a model he had known for years. Except this time the girl was married and her husband was in the next room. Not exactly a real wall between them. It was a studio wall designed for sets and shooting but not for stopping large Scotchman who may or may not be the jealous type. The wall was not finished all the way up. You could hear everything going on in either room. The sound included the slapping of flesh and sloshing sounds hot juicy pussy makes when you are pleasing them. He didn't know how to proceed. He was flying blind.
By BreakerMorant4 years ago in Filthy