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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna

Over the last week I thought I should start a book club. But then I realized the only books I want to read are the weird rare stuff I collect and the odds of getting enough copies for a group of people is not good. So I’m starting a book club of one.

This weeks reading is Sudden Storm: A Wendigo Reader. Anyone with a copy of this spendy book is welcome to join in. >_>

Barista, Part 2

Cum?

He was at work. The remains of the tan-soy-mocha-latte-with-whip were dripping over the counter-top, pooling on the floor.

Turner nervously fumbled for his trousers and hiked them up. His cock was rigid. It was also dripping cum.

He stepped back from the bar. Something really fucking weird was going on.

The slam of the back door made the youth spin on his heel. It opened a second time and Turner was able to spot a third man running towards the door, his hands at the waist of his pants, trying to keep them up, the belt and zipper obviously undone

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Barista, Part 1

“OOOOOOOSHIT!” Turner ejaculated.

His eyes burst wide open awakened from a sudden nightmare. Confusion rather than comfort followed.

Cellphone in the hands of shop patrons greeted him. Some folk wore expressions of mirthless humor and others of disgust. All of them stared. At him.

He was bent forward over the bar, looking out towards the store’s doors, bottles of flavored shots scattered about him in a halo of glass and syrup. His apron and shirt were pulled up over his head. His pants and briefs crumpled down around his ankles.

“Whathefuck.”

Turner’s sphincter twitched with fear. It felt stretched. And sticky. The inside of his thighs were sticky. His hands felt sticky. Hell, even his face felt caked with…

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