Saturday, October 30, 2004


"Ha. There you have it."

Having ended one sentence talking about God's sweet angels, here he was talking filth.

“I like it like this.” he panted.

“Where do you like it?” she asked sleepily, rolling over on her stomach and putting her hands behind her for the handcuffs.

He parted her thin pale legs, thinking about this last week's bout of constipation and shuddering.

Later she said, “Do you mean you've had to pay for this in the past?”

"Maybe we could change things around," he whispered as he began to slap her behind.

His face got red as he put the handcuffs on.

Pop Quiz: on whom did he put the cuffs?

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