THE PSEUDONYMOUS GUIDEThe naming of names,Even in a landThat guarantees freedomOf speech,Dampens the libertine'sLiberty, so, instead,Of his or her giv...n name,The author of eroticaOften invents an inky alias,And, permitting him- or herselfThis single lie, is frankAbout the most intimateMoments that transpireBetween lovers lost to lust,And we readers seek moreBooks which bear the aliasOf such a wanton writer,Wanting to learn what heOr she has learned, to seeWhat he or she has seen;The authorial. Roger could care less if a woman got hurt. He left a long list of broken hearts in his wake. Roger had broken up marriages, families, and in one case, he caused a mother to try and kill her daughter to be with him. Let's just agree Roger was a bastard and liked it that way.One cold November evening Roger was out for a run and bumped into Margo. Margo had a tight little body and loved to flaunt it. To Roger, she looked like a tall glass of water and he was thirsty. Margo wasn't an easy woman to. Maybe that was a blessing as if she didn’t look flushed enough already she was sure to out-do herself in blushes if she had caught her eye again. Sophie decided she needed to get out of there, get some fresh air. The bar was in the basement of the pub, dark and grungy. Getting out of the hot air and calming down was just what she needed. Moving up the stairs she felt the cold hit her like a wall of ice. The pub was in a small valley surrounded by trees with no houses nearby. There was a small. In our last year at school, we were both 16, Ian came up this Saturday, I'd just split up with my current steady girlfriend, and Ian was upset by this, "Why" I asked, "It would have been nice if she could come down and wank me off" he replied. "She wouldn't have done that" I said, "I know, but I've always wanted to know what it feels like". I knew he was a virgin.As we sat in my bedroom listening to music and reading soft porn magazines. Usually after fifteen minutes or so Ian would go to the.