As I sit at my desk, working on the computer, the phone interrupts me. It’s you, requesting a quick meeting so that we can discuss some business, you say.
I smile and answer “Sure” then hang up as if it’s no big deal. But instantly, the word “quick” makes me think of a quickie, hence, my thoughts travel directly to the erotic book, Sex Chronicles, by Zane, in the top drawer of my desk. Knowing your desires as I do, it there any wonder I make such a connection. I could ask you to read a chapter from Sex Chronicles while I play with myself, I think nastily Read More
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Gun Towers On My Walls 