Jolly Rogering

By Aussiescribbler

Jolly Rogering - What happens when a country milkmaid tries to realise her dream of becoming a pirate by disguising herself as a cabin boy? How long can she keep her secret, and what will happen when a shipload of horny pirates find that they have a sexy young girl at their mercy?

Washed Up - How will sex-crazed Lady Robin Crusoe survive life as a castaway? Is a green banana as good as a man?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aussiescribbler
• Release date: Nov 14, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466039254

Aussiescribbler

Sex is a wonderful thing, but I find it hard to take it seriously. It has the power to make buffoons of us all. But I like to laugh as much as I like to get off so its a win-win situation over all. There is nothing so erotic as a spirit of playfulness, and that is what I express through my erotic stories. If you like puns, parodies, slapstick and one-liners with your saucy stories then you may find something here to tickle more than just your funny bone. I also write about psychology under the name Joe Blow.

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Jolly Rogering

by Aussiescribbler

Smashwords Edition published by Aussiescribbler

Copyright 2011 Aussiescribbler

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Jolly Rogering

Washed Up

Jolly Rogering

When Agatha the milkmaid saw The Libertine sail surreptitiously up Blood River and disgorge it's motley band of renegades, she knew that this was her chance. She was an inveterate reader of pirate tales who longed to walk the swaying boards of a stolen Spanish galleon bound for the West Indies, there to prey upon the Queen's merchant ships like a wolf upon the sheepfold. She longed to feel the ocean spray in her face as she clung to the wildly swaying crow's nest, scouring the horizon for billowing sails. She longed to drink rum that would burn all the way down her throat and turn her belly into a jolly furnace. She longed to sing sea shanties and swap filthy jests with horny sea dog's who'd been at sea so long they were starting to have romantic thoughts about their parrots.

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