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A Better Way To Commute
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Louis sighed. His day had been long and laborious. Counting the hours on the clock, he was exhilarated for the weekend away from his desk. He hated pointless meetings that could have been emails. Okay, his company had some poor performance issues over the past few months. But his workload…
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Folsom Berlin: ‘The Happiest Place on Earth’
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Thanks To If I’m asked to recall the happiest moments in my life many initial memories pop into my head. My first kiss, my graduation or even that time I came hands-free while strapped in rubber bondage… But a time which always sticks out from the rest is my time…
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Eyes Wide With Pride
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My first kiss, first job or even my first prostate orgasm – our life is full of “firsts” and if we enjoy it (and boy did I enjoy it) then it certainly won’t be our last. One thing that surprises many of those around me is that; this year, at…
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Horny Jail
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The wiper blades swiped across the windshield as rain fell from the sky above. Each droplet landed in the cooling air, soaking the road ahead. The miserable weather summed up exactly where Ollie was heading. The tyres swooshed through the damp tarmac as he drove further and further from civilisation.…
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Danger In The Desert
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“Freshen your cup, honey?” the elderly waitress questioned. Her perfume was just as sickeningly sweet as the soggy slice of pie on Trevor’s plate. The coffee was unsurprisingly subpar, however, after the long drive, he was thankful for anything warm. “One for the road, I guess,” he replied politely. The…
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Gaining An Air Valve
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Roger got the call in about someone’s damaged pool over in Woodland Hills. It was a wealthy part of town, with many retired well off individuals and some Silicone Valley tech entrepreneurs. Roger always enjoyed getting to see how the other half lived and often got a pretty generous tip…
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The Branding Begins
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Photo: @GearImages The ice-cold chain forced Cody’s neck into an uncomfortable downward position. His eyes focused on the two kneeling legs jutting out from his midsection. His cuffed wrists dug into his lower back as he tried in vain to shimmy into a more comfortable position. The garage Cody currently…
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The New Throne
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CLICK Your camera snaps the scenic landscape in front of you, as your foot adjusts its position on the mossy rocks. The vast forest was filled with fallen branches and trunks long forgotten. The seasons had been harsh, stripping away the bark and outer layers, yet rendering them all the…
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Becoming The Skinhead Slave
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(Photo by Craigskin © 2015) Drip. Drip. Drip. Soaked through to his skin, Chris felt the droplets of rain collect at his hair ends and plop onto the carpet below. He kneeled, eyes fixed on the welcome matt, wondering how long he’d be kept waiting in the dark. The door…
