Ty looked incredible, shirtless with a little trail of hair traveling down his belly and disappearing beneath his waistband. I wanted to follow that l...ittle trail of hair wherever it led. “You’ll know the name when you see us,” I said to my brother. The name of this game was Mystery Doggy-Style. As the guys walked in, I heard their indrawn breaths as they saw us, each of us standing, bent over a chair, covered with a sheet. Both of us were standing with our asses toward the door, so they were. Rising to our feet, we held hands and danced in a circle round the fire,while drinking that ale and singing as loudly as we could:I love to go a-wanderingUpon the mountain track.I love to go a-wandering,My knapsack on my back.Valderi, valdera!Valderi, valdera-ha-haHa-ha-ha-ha-ha!My knapsack on my back.All this time, I was laughing and having a wonderful time even as wecontinued the giant's song:"I love to go a-pranksteringUnder the river bridge.I love to go a-pranksteringAnd I don't give a. . "Yes, yes, I knew. All those years, I knew. He could have told me the truth, but chose to not-so-carefully sneak around with those little whores of his." Not only demented, but a guttermouth as well! "He has, Good Lord forgive me, bastards by these whores! Four by-blows! Can you imagine!" I can, indeed. Mine has two. I knew when I didn't get with child in the first two years.... Ah, but that is neither here nor there. Back to the Dotty Dowager. Lydia bit her lip, and patted the woman's. Writing stories is what we do and who we are, but the connections we make here is what drives this community forward. Those that know my stupid pen name well know I made an essay about looking at what kinds of erotic authors we are, and I invited authors to leave a comment in the comments section telling me why they wrote, and the open forum was great and in many ways educational. The commenters included these names which I highly recommend you check out, whether you like or dislike their.