”Don’t blame you,” mutters Jim, realising that he ought by now to be telling Sharon what he’d discovered about the drugs she is being given. “What like?”
”Well, you know that fruit juice we keep getting to drink?” Jim nodded. “I thought it must be some sort of aphrodisiac. But when I stopped taking it this morning I just got more and more horny. See!” At this Sharon wriggles lustfully against Jim’s erection and pulls his face forward, burying it in her bosom.
All the while a little voice in Jim’s head is saying, “Come on, you dickhead! You’ve just checked into tit heaven! You don’t want to spoil it all by changing her. Save the bad news till later, tonight maybe, or tomorrow; bet she won’t thank you for it, anyway. Better still, why not impress her now with your bedroom skills. Show her your just as good as any old Mysterite!”
Mon Oct 25 09:28:20 1999
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