I’m booked into a London hotel and, after you text me to say you’ve arrived, I text you back the room number. It seems like ages before I hear someone attempting to open the door, followed by a firm knock and I jump up, excited but nervous about what’s about to happen. I walk over and unlock the door, careful …
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Sissy stories – How about me?
Paul and I were just sitting there as usual on a Friday night getting high, Paul filling me in on the chicks he saw at the pool that day. Listening to him describe their boobs, explaining the subtle differences between their mounds, “a bikini doesn’t cover much and they lie face down ass up, legs spread to tan evenly…” Paul …