Bob had a love-and-hate thing going with Warsaw. He loved the hard-working stoicism of the people who had endured so much pain and suffering throughout the ages and always came back stronger. He had a lot of time for the Polish people. He hated the steril...
Bob was jaded. He couldn't deny it. Here he was in Bangkok, surrounded by a flesh smorgasbord of sexual possibilities and delights, and he couldn't seem to enjoy any of it. 'What is wrong with me?' he muttered aloud to nobody in particular. 'I appear to h...
The manager’s cock wasn’t big, wasn’t small. His balls were normal, average, and he lasted just about as long as the average man would with a nineteen-year-old dressed as a French maid sucking his cock. He sat on the edge of the desk, and she squatted bef...
Strange how pure chance can change a life. If I hadn't chosen to join John in Paris for Christmas, if I hadn't flown through Denver, if I hadn't gone to the bookstore to kill time, if I hadn't seen the book on display, if I hadn't bought a copy, if I hadn...
