Flashers by Laura Thorne

Personality Test
© 2003

My Dear Sarah,

I am loathe to leave you, but I must get to the laboratory, there is more research to be done.

Your behaviour has always been so prim, such a proper housemaid, I can only assume your uncharacteristic straying to my bedroom last evening was due to my new drug!

My manhood rises, towering again, recalling your sly, slippery tongue travelling my hardness with slow, sluttish perfection. Your freshly depraved mind piqued me to heights I have never achieved with Mrs. Jekyll.

I plan to try the medicine myself, tonight, after she is abed. Wait for me.

Henry

Scared Straight
© 2003

I'm off booze. That night at Lenny's did it.

Me and Lenny were sprawled on the couch when Marian came struttin' by, nothin' on but panties three sizes too small for her big, luscious ass.

My cock was knockin', so I says, "Marian wants a fuck."

"Be my guest, man."

I was on her quicker'n a cougar on a crippled chicken, and doggy-doin' her, when she tongued my balls. Then I realized, 'If I'm lookin' at her ass, how's she lickin' my balls? The dog? Jeezus! Lenny ain't got no goddamn dog!'

And that's how I came to quit drinkin'.

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