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So this is a very short piece. I was just messing around really and it kind of came out, as such it’s not the most polished piece, but here it is anyway. The Barber The women in the shop call Caleb a hairdresser behind his back. It’s mostly because they want to fuck him and…
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I mentioned my story The God’s Spire was being published by JMS Books, well it’s here! And I’m obviously quite excited about it. You can read more about it at the link above (or click on the sign), but it’s basically the story of a man who’s watching the tight control he’s held on the…
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“I’ve seen bigger,” said Danny, but he hadn’t. None of them had. And it wasn’t just the length of it, but the thickness as well, that made them stare. “Can I touch it?” Pete asked timidly. But he didn’t move to do it. None of them would. They were too chicken-shit to even get close,…
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Tristan skid toward the door, screaming and crying as he neared it. His chest was tight with the effort of running at full speed, but it shut before him anyway. He slammed his fist against it, swearing futilely. He could feel the smooth, hard tendrils running through his hair. A whisper in his ear told…