My dark gift

My Dark Gift Alone, standing in a darkened doorway in a city whose name escapes him, a man is leaning against the wall. His coat pulled up close around his neck trying to ward off[…]

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Diary of a gigolo 3

After a wide range of experiences as a gigolo, I developed a preference for a certain type of client: elegant, sophisticated women aged around forty five years old, with bodies anywhere between size ten to[…]

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The tow man

The truck approaches the stalled car. One more tow and he can go home to bed. It has been a slow night what with the rain and all. A constant steady rain, soaking, but warm.[…]

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Maureen

So… I’m lying here with my cock buried deep in the softest mouth I’ve felt in years and a very talented tongue trying to coax me over the edge. Maureen’s soft brown hair is falling[…]

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