My Poor Poor Boys...

[erastes]

*finger crossed for Richard Hammond*

I know that Smart Bitches make a specialisation of sporking covers and I'm not going to make a habit of it (and the art on this one is pretty decent, unlike many ebooks)

But still.




Doesn't this story run:

Lucius woke. His shoulders itched. There was a foul taste in his mouth and his skin felt.. tight. he pulled himself off the bed and his head fell forward, his eyes closed against the hangover. He sat like that for a while, waiting for the nausea to wear off, then threw his hair back and opened his eyes. His shoulders felt strange.

As he walked towards the mirror he blanched.... Someone would PAY for this.... And where was his cock?

Comments

[erastes.livejournal.com]

I don't know, although a lot of elf - fairy type slash on this publishers site seems to attest they do. I can't see them reproducing by fission.

[themostepotente.livejournal.com]

Well then it's a tuck job like Buffalo Bill :P