Just an anonymous clop artist who's trying his hand at clopfic. Most of the clopfic stories around here are all build-up, and only a little sex. My focus is different. Not romance. Hardcore sex.
Story teller at heart. I like to examine the unusual. I spend too much time being 'reasonable'. I write to play, and hope others enjoy the results.
Thanks, but please don't send me cash "tips." Instead, support this charity: The Fletcher Street Urban Riding Club.
"Gold for the merchant, silver for the maid / Copper for the craftsman, cunning in his trade / 'Good', laughed the Baron, sitting in his hall / But iron - cold iron - shall be the master of them all."
I'm an old-school MLP fan, glad the new show is doing great.
I am cancer, and not the funny kind of cancer. I am the kind of cancer that makes your little sister ask you why won't daddy wake up.