Ash Dylan

@ashdylan.bsky.social

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writer, reader of romance | he/him

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A scene from Where’s Waldo? of a fair
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She made me feel like nothing more than an object for her pleasure, an unorthodox sex toy, but at the same time she made me feel alive. Like this was what I was created in a factory to do. 
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She rocked into my shaft, tongue-pucked my blade, and rode me.  Her excited breath against my shaft felt more earned than any goal I had ever been used to score.
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Stefon
“You’re mine.” She moved me, pressing my shaft against the hockey glove. So I was the one pushing her fingers in deeper. I was the one fucking her with the glove. And I saw bliss take over her face at the intrusion. It felt more intimate than anything we had done before, like we had stripped away so many layers, there was nothing left but the truth.
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Stephen Colbert dances the night away
Cover of Tonight I’m Pucking You by Ash Dylan
Cover of Tonight I’m Pucking You by Ash Dylan
Cover of Tonight I’m Pucking You by Ash Dylan
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US passport but instead of Trump’s face it’s the couple on the cover of Tender is the Storm
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She made me feel like nothing more than an object for her pleasure, an unorthodox sex toy, but at the same time she made me feel alive. Like this was what I was created in a factory to do.
Cover of Tonight I’m Pucking you by Ash Dylan
Cover of Tonight I’m Pucking You by Ash Dylan
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"Are you an up-against-the-shore Strait?" I groaned as I notched my tanker into the Strait of Hormuz. "I like it rough." The channel gripped my ship and guided it in. “But nice." "Nice and rough it is." The Strait dug into my aft as I drilled, baby, drilled. My tanker bottomed out and the Strait purred, "Whose Hormussy is this?" It felt like mine, but I was only here by invitation. "Yours," I said, and when the oil flowed, I didn't know if I was filling it, or it was filling me.
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Inigo Montoya
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Fuck ICE Fuck Trump Fuck JD Vance Fuck Stephen Miller And his fascist rants Fuck Noem Fuck Bondi Fuck a Mar-a-Lago face Fuck Kavanaugh stops based on race Fuck a Congress that doesn’t do shit Fuck a Supreme Court for enabling it Fuck Marco Rubio Fuck Kash Patel Fuck anyone who wants Greenland to sell Fuck Trumpers here Fuck Trumpers there Fuck Trumpers everywhere
Elon Musk tweeting “she tried to run people over”
You don’t storm the Capitol. You don’t try to overthrow the government. You earn it. You win the vote. You ask the voters what they like, and you listen. You say “like that?” and the voters say “yes.” You keep doing that but add another finger, checking in. “You good?” And the voters are good. They want more. So they give you permission, and now you slide into the Capitol, and it feels like home. Because they gave consent. They want you there. And you say “whose government is this?” as you fuck.
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My pages were soaked. The words probably looked like italics by now, but I didn’t care. She could make an entire chapter unreadable and I still wouldn’t stop fucking her pussy.
Not Like Other Romance Novels by Ash Dylan
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Marco Rubio looking sad
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Erika Kirk
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