“Not good enough pussy boy” WHACK, AHHHH! The bumps on the dildo which I was loving just 10mins ago were making it even worse! I quickly looked ar...und to catch sight of my little cheeks. They’d changed considerably from the white I remember to a serious shade of pink. “Ohhh please Master your dildo is soo good I couldn’t help myself, please stop” WHACK! AHHHH! “Now pussy boy, are you going to wait till Master says you can cum?”. “Yes, oh definitely yes Master”. “Good”. Then he got up and left. This was years ago, when such things were more or less taken for granted. This woman wasn’t her, but I felt strangely protective of her.“Would you like a cup of tea?” I asked, and she accepted gratefully.Gamekeeper’s Cottage may well have been originally what it was called. It was certainly old enough and smelled of damp and centuries of airborne forest debris. It was decently furnished in an old-lady’s-house way, with bits of overlapping carpet that didn’t match and a settee too soft to sit on. *Together with another woman? Fucking her?* *No.* You say this quietly/ your cheeks burning up. Feel your stomach tightening. You look at this woman/ a cocktail of terror and longing coursing through your blood. Taking hold of your face with both hands Maria Marquez thrusts her mouth against yours. Her lips soft against your own. Her cheap perfume intoxicates you. She edges her wet tongue into your mouth and you feel the surge of electricity. But you are confused. You shake your head/ pull. It’s a fucking snake, mate!”I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his diploma on the wall, which bore his full name. Suddenly, I remembered a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy with the same name had been in my high school class some 30-odd years ago. Could he be the same guy that I had a secret crush on, way back then?Upon seeing him, however, I quickly discarded any such thought. This balding, grey-haired man with the deeply lined face was way.