Wednesday, August 15, 2012

EIGHT DAYS A WEEK: BLONDE FETISH INCARNATE


"When Keith did finally take old Snarfle in hand, my old boy threatened to shoot the works right off the bat.  I sucked in a couple of deep breaths and began reciting my times tables silently to myself.  I'd gotten as far as 2-times-2-is-tootie-two , when Keith slurped me right down his throat.  I moaned a long descending octave.  I was in the hands -- so to speak -- of an expert.

Yes!  Finally sex!  Chapter 21 of Larry Duplechan's "Eight Days a Week":


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