God I loved that tropical aroma she always used. I carefully opened the sleeping bag, which she had thoughtfully left unzipped for me, and slipped ins...de the warmth. As I lay down beside her, I realized she was dead asleep already, but I knew she had wanted tonight to be the night. It was what she had been talking about for a couple weeks.Not letting too much beer ruin her intentions, I fumbled with the small night shirt she was wearing, lifting it up and feeling up her lovely tits. She purred. Rod steadied his cock with his hand while the man positioned his hole. The man pushed his ass against the wall and Rod pushed his cock inside the man’s butt hole. Within seconds they were fucking, Rod’s thighs making a noise as it hit the wall. Both lovers were moaning. Their movements accelerated until Rod pushed hard a few times and came in the man’s ass. Both men cleaned up and left the cabin. Neither man had looked at the video.. I wasn’t a fanatic about my art; it was comfort rather than an obsession for me.I stood down from the stool in the center of the bare wooden stage to the sound of applause scattered around the room that was all the more satisfying because many present were too stoned to know they even were there, let alone that a poetry reading had ended. And those who were fully conscious were dulled by the clouds of marijuana smoke swirling about them. As I brushed past her table, she tugged on my arm and. One more word and I’ll have your tongue.”“Just give me some directions and fuck off, then I won’t have to put the fear of God in you.”The man swung his sword with a snarl, and what should have been a blade rending flesh was instead steel on steel. Rather than a sword, Foley blocked with a metal-plated buckler. The man hissed in surprise, seeing what had only moments ago been unsteady legs turn into an unmoving brace. Foley didn’t appear to be challenged at all, and the speed at which he had.