Some days the urge is stronger than others. Sometimes it gets so strong that I end up having some crazy sex with a stranger, hooker, or even both (see...my old posts), but most of the time, I just take care of myself.Then there are the days where I'm on the edge between just taking care of myself and really needing to do something freaky with someone. Where I want to have some really great sex, but I don't feel like being social. That was yesterday.It was my day off, I woke up horny as ever and. "Don't worry. I watched him crash onthe bed. The changes have already started. See foryourself."Garmon looked in at the sleeping form lying on the bed.Murphy was changing all right, his skin rippling as if hewas being view through flawed glass. His coat and trouserswere flickering in and out of existence, replaced atmomentary intervals by flashes of something silky and red."It's going to take a lot of Mr. L's power to make him looklike much," he sighed. "Look at that - a bullet wound onthe side. Shawna bows her body and sucks in her breath. I slam home, press my body weight against her and hold that position. Her legs push hard into my neck, urging me to ease back. But I want to tease her. ‘Please, Sam, please!’ Shawna pants, breaking protocol. But I don’t sweat it — this time. She asked nicely, so I slam myself in to the hilt. The feel of our pubic bones connecting sends me into a manic pump into her lovely vee. I roll my hips as I pummel the pussy, grunting with my exertion. Shawna. As the aircraft was lifting off Calvin then thought about two young faggy boys he had met at a hotel restaurant in London just a couple of weeks earlier. He had just placed an order for wine when two young gay boys wearing skinny jeans and tight tops and stylish tight fitting femme style business coats arrived and were seated close to him. Both had stylish long hair with colour streaks and had painted nails and matching colour lipstick. Seated at the table close by Calvin smiled and said a.