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Intoxicating Stripper

It was morning and I sat straight up in bed staring in disbelief over the foggy events from the previous night not wanting to believe that actually happened. My head was throbbing, but did I really suck her cock? Did I really swallow every drop of hot slippery fluid from her? It must have been all a dream or was it? Did this mean I was gay? WTF? So, let us back up the story about 12 hours or so. I had gotten off work on a Friday and was itching to go see some hot strippers. Working my ass off on the loading docks all week, without seeing one sexy woman, left me wanting to head out that night and check out one of the new adult clubs that opened over on the Jersey side. It was supposed to be owned by some mobsters, but I did not care about that. Yes, I had to admit, at 35 years old and still a bachelor, I really had no desire for a real relationship yet and being the sex and porn junky that I was, there probably were not many good women out there that would want me. Physically, I was i
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Founders Ch. 51

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Guard Duty: The Succubus

Guard Duty "You ever wonder why we do this?" Eckham asks. "Cause the pay is fucking amazing." I say, not bothering to look up from the furrow I'm digging with the butt of my spear. One of these days I'll hit water doing this, and when it's not raining too. "No it's not." I can hear Eckham's loose helmet knocking against his skull when he shakes his head. I hate Eckham shifts, he cannot shut up. It's eight hours, all he has to do is say a handful of words like every other guard does and then go the fuck home. That's it! No, Eckham has to open his stupid flapping mouth and talk about things I do not care about. "Duty is our purpose." I say, quoting the City Watch motto. I do the job for the pay, sure it's shit, but it's better than most any other job in this horrible cesspool of a city. All I have to do is stand here in the armor the city provided, holding the weapon they pay for, watching the gate that hardly
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The Room

It was early morning when Jane awoke from her peaceful rest. As she turned over, she noticed that Dean was no longer beside her. It was rare he would wake before her on a Saturday. That's when she heard the sound of a light tap coming from another part of the house. *He's in that damned room again.* Jane thought to herself as she got out of bed. Disappointment filled her as she looked at herself in the mirror wearing only a collar. It wouldn't be long until she had to leave for the day, but he'd rather work on the room. As she began getting ready to leave the house for work, the occasional sound from the room pulled her thoughts towards the distaste she felt for it. Even when he was with her, the triple locks on the door stirred a jealousy inside of her whenever she walked past it. "Oh, you're already awake," Dean said as he opened the door to the bedroom. "I am," Jane replied as she picked her outfit she would wear. "I missed waking up ne
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Mommy's House, Mommy's Rules

I clutched the steering wheel as I drove, above the speed limit, my knuckles white and my face feeling red and hot. There was no destination in mind, just driving for the sake of driving toward the abyss and feeling like nothing mattered. The radio was off and my mind was blank, I felt like I hadn't slept and had lived only off of caffeine for days. I needed something but the thought of food or coffee made me nauseous. I rummaged through my purse blindly, looking for the vape I hadn't touched in over a year. I put it to my lips and forcefully sucked, but nothing happened. Grunting loudly, I threw it on the floor of my SUV and drove faster. I saw a gas station in the distance and pressed the accelerator to the floor, hearing the engine roar and sound aggressive. My tires squealed as I turned and pulled into a space. Hearing the sound of my door slam behind me, I walked inside, grabbed the first lighter I saw and asked for a pack of cigarettes. As soon as my feet touched asphal
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Rock On Porn #06

ALL THE WAY DOWN TO HIS BOOTS IN FILTH, ARTHUR J. ROCK, OUR FEARFUL ACE REPORTER, PEERS OUT IN WEEKLY SEGMENTS, THROUGH A TOUGHENED MIRRORED WINDOW, AND TELLS US WHAT EXACTLY IT IS HE THINKS IS GOING UP . . . [strange man] . . . [All characters described are over the age of 18.] #6 Two more stoned wanks and then it's back to realty -- that widely advertised horror show of piss-stinking post-office queues and own-brand medicament -- it's enough to make you cut your cock off. Or am I taking these enlightening images of the Multiversal harem being cummed upon to bits a little too seriously? . . . But I just can't stop looking at them! They're all so damn fine in the pants! . . . Surely life wouldn't be worth living without at least one sexual panic attack a day . . . Obviously I am suffering some kind of wanking fever . . . Or am I just a foolish wanker? . . . Thirty-seven years on the tug and proud, sir! . . . Well, not so much proud as fatally shamed, and sweaty, a
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Letters to a Lockdown Lover Pt. 01

Meeting under the arches on the waterfront, we embrace and kiss passionately as the sun shines on the water and the people mill around us. Pulling me to the doorway you break from the embrace and ask me if I've been a good boy. "Of course I have" looking deeply and straight into your blue eyes. You had asked me to bind myself for the last three days before we met and teased me endlessly. Without even looking around the public space you slip your hand down my jeans and grab me firmly, your fingers wrapping round and feeling the rope tying me securely down. As you do my cock starts to rise and swell. Withdrawing your hand satisfied, I am restrained, you kiss me, and we fall into a clenched embrace, kissing with my hands wandering over your waist and bum. In plain sight of people but in our world we do not notice the stares of jealousy and bemusement, eyes watching us as we forget the world around us and concentrate solely on each other's form and taste. Our passion bu
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