A Tale of Two Vixens.
Invented out of wholecloth for the hell of it.


In the dark days before the evil Fatman went on his path to overposting there were two lovelies from Portland named Tierney & Cassandra. They were older than their mere years would suggest, and they decided while tongue kissing to cast their lot as wannabe whores. After much hard work, scrimping, bake sale scams and rolling all their pennies, they set out to make their fortunes in the lights, glitter and whore-stink of the Las Vegas All-Evil Extravaganza.

They were seen signing documents at the JM booth, and I believe they were forced into screaming orgasms by a mysterous figure called "Rollin Girl", or something.

Anyway .... Once the lights dimmed, the smoke dispersed, the bodies untangles and all the sticky goo was washed away, little Tierney of Portland morphed into something that could not be defined - could not be controlled - that something is called "Ceara Lynch"!

But, what of Cassandra?? Where is her story?? Who sings her tale?

With the emergence of Ceara, Cassandra grew jealous. Over time as Ceara flourished Cassandra grew bitter. The bitch lashed out at one and all on XPT. I think our two vixens might have stopped making out with each other by this time.

Just then there was a kind hearted fairy covered in pastel ribbons, sparking jewels and body hair. He flew over Cassandra and with a flick of his wrist [fairies are good at that] turned her into a pile of strawberry preserves. Ceara stepped into the preserves and both were made even more interesting and entrancing.

So now while both Cassandra and Tierney are gone, we still have Ceara - whose panties can be purchased, both scented and REALLY scented, on the left as you make your way out.

Thank you for your visit, and goodbye.