Six Sentence Sunday
From The Undying and the Undead:
When he glanced back, he saw Peryton chatting with Brigitte and Dennis. He didn't care if Peryton fucked them all, as long as there was some for him.
He'd found the cute little twink at Nocturnal, before it closed. He'd shown up for line-dancing, only to find it had been moved to Tuesday and the club was grinding out hard-core industrial. Peryton, in his bondage pants, mesh shirt and goggles had left Blake hot and horny. He'd braved the noise of Nine Inch Nails and the Genitorturers and something called Head of David, to dance with Peryton, who had pulled him out to the back lot and kissed him under the orange Memphis night sky.
When he glanced back, he saw Peryton chatting with Brigitte and Dennis. He didn't care if Peryton fucked them all, as long as there was some for him.
He'd found the cute little twink at Nocturnal, before it closed. He'd shown up for line-dancing, only to find it had been moved to Tuesday and the club was grinding out hard-core industrial. Peryton, in his bondage pants, mesh shirt and goggles had left Blake hot and horny. He'd braved the noise of Nine Inch Nails and the Genitorturers and something called Head of David, to dance with Peryton, who had pulled him out to the back lot and kissed him under the orange Memphis night sky.