The watcher

The phone rang at exactly 10:00 as always. Sandy picked it up but said nothing. Instead she listened for his harsh breathing. His breath was ragged and hurried, he was well into stroking his cock[…]

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Lunch

The wheels on the Jaguar convertible squeal as I power through a tight curve in the road. The warm Dallas air is rushing past my ears with a howl and down the street between tall[…]

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