Anyway thought you might like another short story from the wires diary. There was an entry that said simply, Wes came round, wanted his stuff, had a ...uickie and lent him money. As usual I have asked M for more detail. One of her irregular fucks was a bloke called Wesley. Apparently he used to call round to her bedsit now and then, like all her boyfriends at the time he was black. On this particular day M was in bed when her doorbell rang, it was about 7am and she dozing before she had to get. Looking around, he saw his calendar on the wall, where it had always been hung. According to it, today was September 1st, 1984.Peter wondered if it had all been a dream. If it had been, it was the most realistic dream ever. The memories of the dream did not fade, like memories of dreams normally did. No, they were as clear as any memory. Was he dead? Was this purgatory? Where was he?Peter had been an avid reader of erotic stories, many of which were on-line. It wasn't long before the idea came. "Want some Eddie?" No thanks Baby. When I'm eating you I only want to taste you. Not some fake cherry." Eddie said loudly.Eddie placed the few items we'd picked out on the class case. Inside the case were even more things. Ball gags, Ben Wang Balls, and potions claiming to be aphrodisiacs."There are things I don't even know what they're used for or what they are!" I said to Eddie in awe."Ah a first timer. Love those." The fat man behind the counter said, his eyes now glued to my nipples."Yes.". This is pure bliss. She reveled in their tongues against her flesh, in their eagerness to taste and smell her. She Wanted to come then and there, but it was too soon, too soon. Reluctantly, she pushed them both away.“Stop,” she ordered, wriggling around so that she now lay on her back, her mouth beneath Rajesh’s cock. “Hon, come and fuck me while I suck his dick. Fuck me hard, baby.”She took the strange cock into her mouth, tasting saltiness. It was a little bigger than Satish’s and the head.