There were three Mounties at the consulate.
The first was the Mountie in charge. She seemed to have a
chip on her shoulder and sometimes her petite
figure seemed brittle. Ray thought she was too hard and too cold and too small.
The second was the junior Mountie. He was tall and broad but
too eager to please. He was too big, too soft, too warm.
The third Mountie though, was not too bulky or too petite.
He seemed aloof sometimes, but warmed when
you got to know him. He was strong but caring. Ray thought he was just right.
Cliche Challenge Drabble
What did it say that he had to be drunk for this?
Not completely drunk, not too drunk to fuck because that would
totally miss the point. Just drunk enough to be horny and desperate; just sober
enough to call.
Of course, Vecchio was sober. Sober enough anyway to drive
over, to make up some excuse to his family or Fraser.
Vecchio hadn’t turned him down yet. He usually got there
fast and would stay for hours, until they were both exhausted, sweaty, and sated.
Ray didn’t know which one of them was more pathetic.
Ray picked up the phone.
Masturbation Challenge Drabble
Armando likes the showgirls, with their bright smiles that
had made some orthodontist rich and their
cleavage that had done the same for some plastic surgeon.
Armando likes the fawning attention, the way they'll do anything
to please him. They blow him or he fucks them; it's fine, he plays
his part well.
What he looks forward to more, though, is after the girls
leave, when he lies on the big bed in the
penthouse and imagines it a small bed in a run
down apartment. He wraps his hand around his erection, and
whispers "Benny, Benny" as he comes.
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