Excerpt from Le Noir Erotique: Chapter 2

The stringy, twisted mustache of Jean-Paul glistened and gleamed from his sensual efforts. The bristles in his slender nostrils winked in the moonlight as he thrusted, his powerful, sinewy muscles knotting beneath the salmon-colored flesh of his buttocks.
"Arg," argged Jean-Paul.
"Arooo?" Georgette howled questioningly. Jean-Paul's pink-cheeked virility made her eyes roll back in her head a full 360 degrees.
"ARGGGG!" he argged again, sinking his canines into her ample brow and vacuuming up a good amount of her headflesh into his mouth. "Enuh tah. Tih uh feh ot a ur-shihuh urgahzah ih yor oboree feeh lih."
She bucked her hips and squeezed her powerful, tree trunk-like legs around his torso. Her bellow would echo through the piney forest for a very long time, bouncing around in the ears of future sylvan lovers for years to come: "LET LOOSE YOUR PEARLESCENT RIVER, YOU BRAWNY RAPSCALLION!"
-- from my forthcoming erotic novel

Excerpt from Le Noir Erotique

Jean-Paul’s manly need rippled through his body as he stretched out upon the French Riviera beach. His tawny skin kissed the pale blue sky as he ravished his young companion with his steel gray eyes. "Georgette," he mewled from his curled and scaly pink mouth. "It is your body I have dreamt of for lo these many years!" "AH JEAN-PAULLLLLL" squealed Georgette, clasping her slender hands daintily over her gently heaving ivory bosoms. "I have waited for you for so long to say those very words to me!" He roughly grabbed her shelf of back fat and pulled her close. "Ah Georgette," he cooed into her mustache. "Our sensual vacation of clammy bodily delights awaits us." -- from my forthcoming erotic novel

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Excerpt from a novel by K.L. Ing, The Mostly True Adventures of Corky Calabash and Her Best Friend Louie (Who Is Also Her Dog!) #12: The Thrilling Tale of The Muffin Pirates (Who Became Friends With Yours Truly) (Corky Calabash!!!!)

“Golly gosho, Louie!” exclaimed Corky as she shined her flashlight into the now-empty culvert. Her missing front tooth made all her Ss whistle. “You think there are pirates down there?” Pirates… pirates… pirates… echoed back at her from inside the tunnel.

Louie seemed to nod and shake his floppy mutt ears in reply.

“Pirates in Middleton, gosh!” she whispered to herself. She swung the flashlight and was shocked at what she saw in the beam of the flashlight.

On the concrete wall of the culvert scrolled in very old-timey script was a warning. “BE WARNED,” read Corky carefully, remembering what Tina the Tutor taught her about words ending in –ed. “…ALL YE… WHO ENTER… OUR PIRATE LAIR!”

Corky and Louie gasped in fright. Louie whimpered and tucked his curly tail between his legs.

“Gee gosho golly gumps, Louie!” snapped Corky. “Stop being such a scardycat! We need to save those stolen apple bran muffins from those pirates!” Her words were fearless but her voice shook a tiny bit. She swallowed hard and her gulp! echoed in the tunnel. “…Even if we is a-scared!”