Tuesday, 19 July 2011

For the Win

The hansome stranger entered the saloon, Vicky swooned, but caught herself before spilling a drop of gin.

He eyed the room coldly. On seeing that it was empty he danced around like a gay babboon before expertly mounting the leather beast in the centre of the room.

The beast writhed and bucked between his leg. It was a magnificent sight. But I suppose I should tell you about the Bull - he fucking owned it!

Without breaking a sweat or laddering his tights, he headed for the stairs.

He allowed himself a smug wry smile as he tossed L$1 in the tip jar and disappeared... until next time.

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