The mammoth book of quick and dirty erotica - part 9

Pattern passion. He was a free. I realized with a little shiver, a metal-legged spider

scampered up the ladder at my spine and curled itself into a cold tingling ball just beneath

the back of my skull. A perfect, perfect free. As humans, we liked frees, but rarely had

I met such a dedicated one. I got on at North Acton, travelling east at 6.33 every weekday

morning, and as far as I could tell, he started doing this on the 3rd of March. He chose the