His club was almost full and he recognized his usual patrons as he movedfrom screen to screen. The warm mouths on his cock made him look down andhis s...ile widened. The identical waitresses looked up at him as theirpierced tongues rolled across the head of his lipstick covered cock astheir lips brushed together enclosing the hard shaft. He wondered which onewas which as their silicone breasts spilled from their corsets and herelaxed not really caring to know. His thoughts went back to what. “Fuck!”“I know, right? I nearly said something just out of pure reflex when I saw him there.”“Dave's not adopted, is he?”“Not that I'm aware of. Besides, it's obvious how much like his dad he is.”“Ooh, I wonder if his dad had a mistress on the side?”Brittany began to laugh.“As much as that would be hilariously unexpected I really can't see him hiding the fact that he has another son.”“No, he wouldn't, would he?“Besides, Dave's mum would slaughter him if he even thought about it.”“Oh hell yeah!. I have the table set, and a tablet next to her plate, I even baked some cinnamon buns. Always the Chef, guess I wanted it to be nice. As I am finishing up the eggs, she kinda plods into the kitchen, looking like she had just crawled back to life. I turn back to the eggs, smiling I say, over my shoulder, “Sit, get some coffee, grab a bun, the eggs are almost done.”Turning around to the table and dropping one omelet on her plate, “fruit's in the fridge.” I have had a rush of energy since I got up. Es ist mehr als nur eine Ergänzung meines Sexlebens; es ist eine grandiose Bereicherung.Das Wissen, Ihr befriedigt Euch beim Lesen meiner Masturbationsphantasien treibt mich an, verursacht Dinge in meinem Kopf, Gefühle an sensiblen Körperstellen, macht mit mir etwas. Und die Vorstellung, daß Ihr Euch vorstellt, wie ich es mir beim Lesen Eurer leckeren Geschichten selbst besorge – macht mich nur noch geiler. Rollenspiele, harte Texte, Erniedrigung, schmutzige Redensart, maßlose, sich permanent.