Usually he'd 'serve' one man, two at most, then go HOME. It was getting late. Instead, he had just finished a very lengthy (and less than cheap, on both their parts) blowjob. The man's groan when he came was positively beastial, and rattled into his tongue and bones. Now he stayed, knelt, stifflingly hot in his clothes as his mind took him places ( Read more... )

I took a break from Slave!Al fic because I was getting abso-fucking-lutely nowhere with it. I mean, it's somewhere - roughly 20,000 words of somewhere, but I'm stumped. And idiot friend e-mailed me this insanely long essay on gloryholes which was fucking hillarious and took itself WAY too seriously, so I got bunnied, fic-style.

I present to you - ( Read more... )