THE
LAST GASP TRY OF OLD PIERRE
A Tail of Tale from California
By Izzy Ess of Please God, Bless
this Mess!
Completely
free of Annabelle, Pierre decided to go after Tinkerbelle, the flightiest of
women with a reputation for tremendous sexual experience and frank
excitement. Tinkerbelle was unavailable,
it seems, because she had been hired to entertain the graduating class of Space
Cadets. Pierre felt left right out and
wandered down the Valley Interchange successfully avoiding death. His Matador disguise fooled no one as he held
his red cape up and flashed it at a passing car which narrowly avoided hitting him
by turning suddenly and crashing into several barriers before continuing to
come around and trying once again to almost kill Pierre. Pierre changed horses in mid-stream, becoming
Senor Picador and flinging spears at passing cars attempting to just pierce the
windshields and disable drivers, instantly.
“Enough,
enough!” screamed old Pierre as he removed his costumes and converted to
Catholicism with a hooded robe and silver cross which so confused the drivers
on the San Fernando Grand Prix oval track and made them crash, repeatedly. Pierre constructed a small church and walnut
old confessional, so that he could hear all confessions and be instrumental in
forgiving folks their trespasses, in order that they could be saved for
Heaven’s Pearly Gates. Pierre was so
delighted when his Annabelle came in and asked for frank redemption for her
sins with old Pierre, whom she didn’t recognize. She rambled on about some oral sex and anal
penetrations that Pierre had perpetrated, when Pierre could not withstand it
any longer. He stripped off his priestly
robe and heavy silver cross and pulled his old girlfriend onto a pew and had
his way with her. She laughed as she had
done before about his inability to satisfy her every need and he arose and
slinked away, dejected and rejected, once again. So, fortunately, Tinkerbelle arrived,
disheveled and exhausted after satisfying hundreds of her Space Cadets, and asked
for absolution. Pierre dressed up again
in his old robe and heavy silver cross and invited her to come inside his
little office where some special absolution could be done. He grabbed at Tinkerbelle who pulled a switch
blade from beneath her miniskirt and drove it into old Pierre’s old heart and
turned the handle.
Old
Pierre was finished unless Annabelle could help by her donating blood for him,
while surgeons did repair his heart and made it functional, again. Returning to his Annabelle, he spanked her
forcefully which she adored and she returned the favour with a whipping that
drove our old Pierre to ecstasy. Pierre
forgave her happily and looked for Tinkerbelle who might now be available for
favours that she owed him for her laughing at him, uncontrollably. She was still smiling when he asked her to
accompany him to a hide-out in the woods and do some serious forgiving. She complied, reluctantly, but brightened up
when old Pierre became excited and exposed himself to her. She followed suit and soon the pair were
dancing with élan and doing mambos standing up and lying down. Pierre and Tinkerbelle had flitted here and
there and soon ascended to some higher plane with Gabriel and old Saint Peter
at the Pearly Gates of Salvatore’s Ristorante and Banana Bar. Old Salvatore was still potent and he
demonstrated all he had with Tinkerbelle just wantonly and right in front of
old Pierre, who died of apoplexy, finally.
The grand memorial and funeral was quite elaborate and featured naked
and cherubic trumpeters as well as Tinkerbelle forever willing to be
entertaining for the Boys from Old Brazil and Argentina, Mexico and all
Divisions of the Space Cadets from Memphis and New Orleans.
This
Tale of Tail is over now. Please become
a donor and be generous. To not comply
is tantamount to very dangerous activity.
Our Tinkerbelle is always willing to be thankful that you gave your all,
tonight, and were in sight of Pearly Gates.
Just give The Tinker quality companionship and she will do her best for
you as she had done her best with all her Space Cadets. Suffice to say, on Hudson’s Bay, no delays
are yet anticipated. So come along, my
friendly readers and enjoy a fantasy, or two, before retiring for the
night. Good night!
THE
END
© izzy sommers, md
Welland, Canada
September 20, 2013
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