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Storied Orlando Chapter 64: Poppers “Do you fuck your wife like that?” he had purred into the dark. “You know I do,” he had answered wrongly with alkyl-nitrite-fueled honesty. Showered and dressed now, standing on the balcony outside their usual … Continue reading
Storied Orlando Chapter 28: Dobs “No, don’t go,” the woman said, taking Timmy’s hand. “No, it was dumb, I shouldn’t have come,” he replied, looking down the grave at the coffin and the scattered bits of hair. He knew Dobs’ … Continue reading
Storied Orlando Chapter 23: Anonymous Timmy got undressed while smiling at the naked guy already waiting for him in bed. Per their Grindr flirts, the door had been left unlocked for Timmy to walk on in. On the wings of … Continue reading
Storied Orlando Chapter 19: Crash Meg snapped awake. The beemer’s bumper was way too close. Red light. She slammed the breaks. Still her car hit and hit hard. A flash of thoughts: no insurance, alcohol, my new car. Go! A … Continue reading