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My own secret life 
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Walking down the rainy streets
"No, Angel not here. Come tomorrow."  "For the house." Gives {50}. "You know." "A handjob, then a shower, then sex." "What?" "Sex." Inserts right index finger into curled left fist, repeats, repeats. "{150}" "Kill you! Kill you!" She twins her elbows, digs them deep into my neck muscles. "Kill you! You sleep—wake—can't move!" Her cunt's at the right height; the flesh of her ass gives me good sound; on her, I strike the same note that I struck on Annie. A little Thai girl with a confident stride and muscular thighs. "I walk to work every day. Fifteen minutes." "Why did they give you a name that is hard for you to say?" "It is a nickname. Laura, Lina—" Layla, Linda, Loofah— "Lisa!" "That was a fantastic massage. I think your price is a bit low." Gives {20}. "Next time, I give you long massage. You not come so quick." But I should have called Angel's brothel before taking the Viagra. {220} 5 Comments:
Unique in what way? I don't see the presentation as particularly distinctive. What are you seeing that I'm not? By
Jay, you're right. This is probably the most unique blog on the net, although the word "blog" may not be at all the right word to describe it. By
"How do I get to Carnegie Hall?" By
John, that's one way of saying it. Hee hee. By Oh, I think if you read between the lines its obvious enough... All characters and situations fictional. Copyright (c) 2003-2007 by "John Psmyth."
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