Monthly Archives: November 2014

Don’t Call Me

I checked the toilet cubicle at the supermarket, where I recently wrote my email address and said that I was a good cocksucker. Someone had left a message for me in black pen: go fuck yourself. Now I need a … Continue reading

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First Fuck of the Year

Yesterday, I woke up in the middle of the night with my boyfriend running his hand up and down my back. We were just wearing our underwear; I was sleeping on my stomach. He’d linger his hand over my ass … Continue reading

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Call Me

I scribbled my email address at the back of a toilet roll dispenser at the largest supermarket in our region (it has a toilet with the potential of being very cruisy).  I also wrote that I was a good cock … Continue reading

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