Thursday, January 18, 2007

You pay $20.00 for one erotic audio story of bikers and 10 pieces of EW's art


Sunday, January 14, 2007

Some call her EW, most men know her as the BJ bandit

Her hot portfollio is out and she is sucking hard. She's hungry and she wants you to buy her portfollio now.

It's only $10.00


Saturday, December 23, 2006

Things for sale and we ship to your email

Monday, December 18, 2006


My calendars are ready for sale and they will make each month so erotic for you. The cost to have them sent through email is only $2.99 for snail mail it would be $2.99 plus $5.00 s & h



Monday, December 04, 2006

Non-erotic- crime Kidnapped by Stormy Bleu

A mother's worse nightmare becomes this mothers reality when her little girl is snatched by a pediphile. Will they find her daughter before her last breath?

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Your ebook will be mailed to your ebook in 24 hours of payment

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Halloween erotic horror stories

Five devillish stories to keep you sitting on the edge of your chair. Are you brave enough to read such gore and horror? This is not for those weak at heart or in the stomach. Very graphic horror.

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Wednesday, September 13, 2006


  Buy me now and read me tonight

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Marcy was being treated for a split personality by her doctor that she is charged with murdering. She just learned that she suffered from this identity disorder last month after her husband left her, He found her in bed with the gardener. She did not have any recollection of the affair just as she hadn't any recollection of the murder, Unaware that on the other side of town they had just discovered the other murder victim that they assumed she killed.

Marcy lay on the cot with tears running down her face, why, why did you kill our doctor? She kept repeating over in her mind hoping the personality that she had only heard of would answer her with an explanation. Marcy went into the dark room where she always went when she was scared, riding the giant rocking horse ever since she was a tiny child, she always heard laughter until the evil giggle tried to break her ear drums. The horrible screech that she just completely blacked out to escape from it's evilness that it projected to her and the other voices. She could hear crying. . . She sat up smiling on her cot, taking in her surroundings and wanting a cigarette so bad she felt she was going crazy. She walked to the open door to her cell looking at all the other women who were sitting down stairs playing cards at the long brown tables.
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