Not horror, just a little bonus humor to apologize for the downtime. Thanks for reading, and enjoy!


After the old man was done, he pulled his tool out of my mouth and I sat up and spat. Foul, and my jaw ached, I hadn’t had that kind of treatment in more than twenty years. It wasn’t over yet; he sent the girl back in again. Not really a girl, in her mid-twenties, but you could tell from her outfit and demeanor that she was a pro. She laid me down and put a towel over my eyes “in case of splashing.” I could feel her on my lips as she told me just where to put my tongue, where to move it, when to keep it steady, and all the while my wife waited in the next room for us to finish……

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