Kush

By Maggie Hale

Trent and Brendan are two stoners on their way back from a weekend in the desert when they discover something that potheads only dream of. In celebrating their discovery they find that their relationship also goes far deeper than either of them ever imagined.

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Approx. 9,700 words

• Language: English
• Publisher: Maggie Hale
• Release date: May 4, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311089380

Maggie Hale

Instead of saying 'I've always been good at writing' I'll say that I've always enjoyed writing. That should dodge some disagreement and criticism from people with too much time on their hands I think. Being generally unsatisfied with my job (clerical temp/administrative assistant) I started looking for creative pursuits to fulfill me. In a funny coincidence, it wasn't until my boyfriend and I split up that I decided to write. After a couple weeks apart I found myself trolling websites for a couple hours a day looking for something to get me off and nothing seemed to do the trick. I like to be able to picture the scenes and feel like I'm right there, like I might get a bit of cum on me if I'm not careful. Watching porn didn't engage me enough and most of the writing I found was too short or too much of the "then he banged her a bunch and they came all over, she owed him for such a good banging" variety. So, I resolved to write stories that interested me but also made me cum like a waterfall. In my Lily series, I give the power back to the heroine. However she finds she is still a slave to her ever increasing sexual madness. If you're in the mood for something darker and infinitely dirtier, check out my Taboo Tales series. Keep an eye out for new volumes as they should become available at least once a week.

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KUSH

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Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older

The room they sat in absolutely reeked. The sticky sweet smell of the marijuana all but dripped from the walls of the storage locker and likely would never disappear entirely. Trent and Brendan had originally used two of the giant bales of sticky green goodness as chairs while the broke down the others into manageable quantities. Finally needing more saran wrap, duffel bags, and Funyons, they made a run to Target and conceded to pick up a couple folding chairs as well. After all, they could definitely afford it now. Walking out of the store with a dozen rolls of plastic wrap, half as many duffel bags, and the rest of the cart filled with crinkly green bags of deep fried onions, the two had never been happier or more paranoid. Trent’s firm grip on the back of Brendan’s thrift shop Garfield t-shirt was the only thing that kept him from twice ditching the cart and bolting into the woods. But, it was Trent’s evasive driving to lose a tail in a mail delivery truck that turned the fifteen minute drive into a two hour scenic tour of most of the county so he had no room to judge. The whole thing was still hard for them to believe was even happening. It was straight out of stoner lore and for the last day and a half they had been right in the middle of it.

– A DAY AND A HALF AGO –

Stop fucking with the radio, man! Trent slapped Brendan’s hand off the dial and twisted it back to the station he wanted to listen to.

Stop being a bitch, man! Brendan fired back and flicked the dial to a random station which turned out to just be white noise and occasional bits of a Mexican radio personality. They went back and forth like that, swerving back and forth across the desolate two lane road as Trent alternately focused on driving and adjusting the radio. You always turn into a little bitch when you’re coming down, bro.…static from the speakers..

I don’t turn into a little bitch. ..back to music.. I’m totally mellow and you turn into a six year old and harsh the whole experience. ..static and spurts of Spanish..

Whatever man. ..music again.. Gravel rattled and pinged under Trent’s seat where the tire left the asphalt and chewed up the far shoulder from where they