Thirsty for A Real Man

Thirsty for A Real Man

Dobby is perhaps a simpleton. I rarely have to say a thing and merely have to wait patiently for him to present on a silver platter the most diabolical of ideas. I wait and with the certainty of sunrise the fraction of a man gives me the desire of twisted delight. So...
Soiled: A P.O.V.

Soiled: A P.O.V.

You are in the backseat of the car, palms sweaty. You look out the window, watching the city slowly break up and disappear and the road gets bumpier. Eventually dust is kicking up behind the vehicle, and this means you are almost there. The lump in your throat...
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