Shirl had never been in love before. It’s not like there hadn’t been any other men – there had been Graham James with the perpetual limp, Stuart Cobbs who ran the local Indian takeout ‘Cobbs Corma’, syphilitic Gary and various others – but Shirl never felt she could truly love a person who had had syphilis and didn’t tell her straight away. Those men had been little more than moments in her life. Continue reading
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Jennifer was close. She could feel it as her whole body tensed in anticipation. Yes, she thought, finally, oh yes, oh god here we go… Continue reading
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For all intents and purposes Brian van Gellert was a red-blooded male. He had the heart of lion and the throbbing member of a pubescent lad, one with an adult sized penis. He was a kind and gentle man, balding slightly at the sides. Sadly though, in his 42 years on this planet kind, gentle and throbbing Brian had never felt the warm touch of a women, but this would all change this Valentine’s Day, he was sure of it. Continue reading
Susie’s arse was starting to hurt. But then, it was that time of year again. The decorations had all been unpacked and it was time for her to take up her usually position. Continue reading
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“Oh shit!” buzzed Gary in a panic, as he whirled past the sweaty blue poles and sweaty faces of the Piccadilly line commuters. This was 100% not how he had envisaged spending his Thursday morning.
Generation Fishcake 