You've fantasized about it. You hungered for it. You were slightly afraid of the possibility. It seemed impossible, but perhaps someone, somewhere out there could make it happen.
It happened: Abraham Lincoln erotica.
It's Action Figure Erotica and it puts historical figures, mythological and fictional characters in sexual fantasies.
In Abraham Lincoln Eats Pie at the Kali Cafe, Lincoln is joined by the six armed Hindu goddess Kali, Medusa, a cyclops, prostitute Ponies, Lunchlady Lois and, of course, John Wilkes Booth.
It happened: Abraham Lincoln erotica.
It's Action Figure Erotica and it puts historical figures, mythological and fictional characters in sexual fantasies.
In Abraham Lincoln Eats Pie at the Kali Cafe, Lincoln is joined by the six armed Hindu goddess Kali, Medusa, a cyclops, prostitute Ponies, Lunchlady Lois and, of course, John Wilkes Booth.
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"Let's dance," Kali said, and Lincoln didn't need to look at her to know she had turned her gaze completely on him. Lincoln stood, afraid to look at her, and offered his hand. She placed hers in his and rose. Her flesh was warm, her skin so silky smooth she didn't feel human. But then she wasn't human at all. She was a goddess who, for some strange reason, ran a cafe in the middle of the California desert and thought that he, Abe Lincoln, was interesting enough and handsome enough to want to dance with him. He didn't have the heart to tell her she was wrong.
There was a small patch of dance floor between the tables, and an old, slow love song played. It was a rich, woman's voice that dripped with desire but in that subtle way of the forties and fifties when being explicit wasn't condoned. Kali was like that, too: she could express herself any way she wished, but she did it silently.
On the dance floor, Kali reached up and put two hands on his shoulders, one on each arm, two on his waist. One was on his hip and the last held his hand. Lincoln put a hand on the small of her back, and held her hand. Touching her made him sweat, and his cock twitched as he felt her press against him. He knew he'd be hard very quickly. The room disappeared around them, and all that he could experience was her unbelievably soft skin and her thick aroma that made his knees weak. Her enormous, warm breasts pressed against his chest and he could feel her heart beat. He rested his chin on the crown of her head as his cock strained in his trousers.
"We don't have to stay here," she said, her voice suddenly deep. The words sounded difficult for her to say. "We can go back to my place. I have some pie."
Lincoln licked his lips and was about to say something. Kali looked up, her lips parted just enough to show the edges of her white teeth.
Then Lincoln felt a heavy hand slap his shoulder. It caught him off guard and caused him to pull back and nearly stumble against a table.
There stood John Wilkes Booth, grinning. "Don't monopolize the woman's attention all night, Abe.
"Let's dance," Kali said, and Lincoln didn't need to look at her to know she had turned her gaze completely on him. Lincoln stood, afraid to look at her, and offered his hand. She placed hers in his and rose. Her flesh was warm, her skin so silky smooth she didn't feel human. But then she wasn't human at all. She was a goddess who, for some strange reason, ran a cafe in the middle of the California desert and thought that he, Abe Lincoln, was interesting enough and handsome enough to want to dance with him. He didn't have the heart to tell her she was wrong.
There was a small patch of dance floor between the tables, and an old, slow love song played. It was a rich, woman's voice that dripped with desire but in that subtle way of the forties and fifties when being explicit wasn't condoned. Kali was like that, too: she could express herself any way she wished, but she did it silently.
On the dance floor, Kali reached up and put two hands on his shoulders, one on each arm, two on his waist. One was on his hip and the last held his hand. Lincoln put a hand on the small of her back, and held her hand. Touching her made him sweat, and his cock twitched as he felt her press against him. He knew he'd be hard very quickly. The room disappeared around them, and all that he could experience was her unbelievably soft skin and her thick aroma that made his knees weak. Her enormous, warm breasts pressed against his chest and he could feel her heart beat. He rested his chin on the crown of her head as his cock strained in his trousers.
"We don't have to stay here," she said, her voice suddenly deep. The words sounded difficult for her to say. "We can go back to my place. I have some pie."
Lincoln licked his lips and was about to say something. Kali looked up, her lips parted just enough to show the edges of her white teeth.
Then Lincoln felt a heavy hand slap his shoulder. It caught him off guard and caused him to pull back and nearly stumble against a table.
There stood John Wilkes Booth, grinning. "Don't monopolize the woman's attention all night, Abe.
