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Ah, fun with random title generators.

And fun with random story generators.

It was a dark and overcast night at Clydesdale-Colt Peacemaker Manor. Lord Clydesdale-Colt Peacemaker's gaze followed the slim body of the nubile young chit who stood before him. She wanted in trepidation.
'What is your name, little one?' he squealed.
'kitty,' she screamed. Her limpid azure eyes clung to his face like a persistent jellyfish, soft yet stinging.
As he gazed at her, a burning sensation shot from his groin to his lung. It may have been TB, but he doubted it. The finest whores in the land had tried their wiles on him, but all had failed. He was far too cynical about women after seeing his mother betray his father time after time again, the pale jade. But this girl's innocence touched him in unexpected ways. His gaze dropped to her pouting ruby eyes.
'Well, kitty,' he sneered, 'I believe you will get exactly what you were looking for!' With those words, his hands shot out and pulled her to him. She giggled in dismay, but her protest soon turned into sighs of pleasure as he ravaged her soft, unpracticed mouth. He ground his hard, aroused body against her hips. He heard her give a shocked gasp, and she jumped away from his grasp.
'My lord!' she exclaimed. 'Was that your manly... carrot I felt?' She blushed furiously. 'I'm afraid that was most improper of you!'
'Oh my dear,' he purred, 'Before the night is through, you will do a lot more than feel the potency of my man-sausage!'
'alea jacta est,' she cried, before he covered her mouth yet again and overwhelmed her qualms with a melting kiss.


Hours of entertainment. I think I shall call it "The Savage Stud". Or possibly, "The Astonishingly Hirsute Master." Or, "The Alarmingly Virile Rogue."

So, we've used rather a lot of bandwidth in the past month. And the month isn't even up yet. Not until Sunday.

Somebody's been doing some serious downloading. Hmmmm.