SUPPORTING THE ARTS by Gary Philpott
Helen was used to going out with Kim to get laid. This was different though. She had agreed to fuck whichever man chose her. The excitement had built all week. It was now time to do the deed. Could she go through with it, or would she let everyone down?
ICE BREAKER by Landon Dixon
Bert couldn’t even remember the last time he and his wife, Constance, had had sex. A chilling frost had grown up between them that seemingly nothing could melt. Until Bert brought two other women into their home, and marital bed, and the heat was on . . .
ATTENTION GRABBER by Lynn Lake
Teresa’s husband, Lane, had been neglecting her lately. So, she decided to get his attention – grab it by the short ‘n’ curlies and make it stand straight up on end. Actually, that’s where Angelo came in . . .
THE AROMA OF WORKED WOOD by Geoff Chaucer
Alec Conyers sat by his lathe every day gently stroking his wood . . . Some days stroking your wood ends with a bang, but when he looked up through his dirty window to see beneath the skirt of Betty Parsons, the bang turned to a whimper of desire.
Helen was used to going out with Kim to get laid. This was different though. She had agreed to fuck whichever man chose her. The excitement had built all week. It was now time to do the deed. Could she go through with it, or would she let everyone down?
ICE BREAKER by Landon Dixon
Bert couldn’t even remember the last time he and his wife, Constance, had had sex. A chilling frost had grown up between them that seemingly nothing could melt. Until Bert brought two other women into their home, and marital bed, and the heat was on . . .
ATTENTION GRABBER by Lynn Lake
Teresa’s husband, Lane, had been neglecting her lately. So, she decided to get his attention – grab it by the short ‘n’ curlies and make it stand straight up on end. Actually, that’s where Angelo came in . . .
THE AROMA OF WORKED WOOD by Geoff Chaucer
Alec Conyers sat by his lathe every day gently stroking his wood . . . Some days stroking your wood ends with a bang, but when he looked up through his dirty window to see beneath the skirt of Betty Parsons, the bang turned to a whimper of desire.
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