After making love for the second time on that momentous Sunday, Matthew and Angela drifted off to asleep again. When they eventually awoke and they emerged from his bedroom they went downstairs and he cooked them a fried breakfast, although technically it wasn’t really breakfast but Matt called it that because he didn’t know what else to call a fry up at 4 o’clock in the afternoon.
It was 4.00am and Matt was still sitting at the kitchen table having drunk two mugs of Milo made with boiled milk and he was very wide awake and cursing his behaviour. “Why couldn’t you just look away” he said to himself “This is going to make the atmosphere very strained for the next two days”
Clayton is a small village in the North East corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial dwellings and a greater number of more humble homes and of the those inhabitants who need to work for a living the largest employer in the area was the Clayton Manor Hotel.
Forest Hill Station Junkies line up by the infant day; Insomniac, achnied. Conductors speak in tongues Banal, hackneyed. A graffito declares peace On...
Bob cupped her firm round breasts and felt her stiff rosebud nipples pressing against his palm before he fell to his knees and kissed her fleshy breasts and took each nipple into his mouth in turn as she ran her fingers through his hair.
“Happy Birthday” she said and kissed him “Thank you” he said “But I’m still cross with you” “You can spank me later” Sam said and kissed him again
One of my earlier ventures downtown came when our school went on a field trip. We went to the Paramount to see The Robe. I loved it of course and...
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