Dirty Den


He sat on the kitchen counter, smoking a spliff.

In between tokes, he pulled me towards him and kissed me. Slowly. Aggressively. Urgently.

He forced my head down and unbuckled his belt.

It was substantial.

“Go on, then.”

To be continued…


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