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My stories

Cherry

quite a woman

The cloud was thick and stifling around their grief and they each clutched a handful of earth and threw it into the grave; it fell like hail but in...
Cherry

the symbols of non-christmas

The weeks around Christmas were the worst, he had found, the very sludge of life. He purchased several bottles of the cheapest Advocaat and for...

the hirsute gentleman

The hirsute gentleman proceeded hither and yon, his great tufts emergent like ancient dismal secrets from the hemlines of his vest. He smoked despite...

think of england

He was too tired to rouse himself, and the pair of them looked pityingly down at his limp dick as still as a corpse through the split in his pyjama...

the fruiterer (fragment)

In the darkness she fell far to the bed of the male and woke swamped in its linen, the sheets earthy damp, the tang of his profuse sweat on her...

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