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A BLACK MAN WHILE ON HOLIDAY

“My name is Rudi. I am a black African from a former French colony. I had a black mother and a French father so I have many French aspects to me. Especially the French penchant for kinky sex. I have lived in Switzerland for many years. I am at your disposal if you so desire. I am better than Mike at many things,” he ventured arrogantly. Or was he teasing us? Without even asking Bobbi looked at me for tacit approval, gave him our room number and said, “Two-thirty, and don’t be late.”  “This man promises to be even better and more exciting than Mike,” Bobbi told me. “What sort of greeting should we provide for him? The thought of having two men at once twice within a week excites me. Very much. How about …

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Gray Jedi Ch. 6

Gray Jedi Ch. 6 “That is my official designation. But as you well know, my friends call me Rex.” “Yes… Captain Rex of the 501st legion,” Malik replied. “The same, sir.” “Also the legion that slaughtered all our friends in the Jedi Temple,” Malik seethed, gripping his lightsaber tightly. “I had nothing to do with that,” Rex said calmly. “Is that so?! Then which Jedi did you turn on, huh?” Malik shot back, taking a step forward, the tip of his lightsaber precariously close to Rex’s face. “These betrayals happened all over the galaxy, Jedi being slaughtered by the clones they regarded as friends.” “I… I know…” Rex hung his head. “I cannot condone the actions of my brothers, sir. All I can say for sure is that I have never and will never betray …

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The Pussy Train II

Each week I’d get on the Pussy Train hoping so much to see Amy again. 6 weeks went by and still no Amy. Don’t get me wrong, I was having the time of my life each and every week, but I really wanted to see Amy. We seemed to make a certain connection that I can’t put into words. There was just a connection. Then it happened. It was October 17th and it was raining hard. Robin and I were waiting for the train and we were soaked. The train stopped at precisely 10:00 and we got on. It was tough getting our wet clothes off, but we made the 30 second deadline. After we were naked (by this time, I had no problem seeing my best friend naked and attentive – if you catch …

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