The Twins Do Friday Night

 

The club jammed with a nice selection to pick from, we take our time. Dismissing the usual wannabes, I decide on Wall Street. She picks Cowboy. Choices made, we lead them out to daddy's big old caddy at the far end of the lot.

I take the front, while she slides in back. The big boat is soon bouncing, reeking with fuck lust.

It Isn't the Pose, It's the Passion

I’m settling our tab at the bar when she comes up close.

Leather draped with half-buzzed violet shock, blazed eyes and cobalt lips, she’s full tilt swagger.

“You kinked with that crip or want a real fuck?”