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After endless months of sexual tension between is, one thing is clear: we're both way too into the flirting to consummate things. So we talk instead. First, I hear you confess your fantasy to me. To your surprise, I then confess virtually the same wish in turn, for I too would like to be blown apart orgasmically. After all, what better end could there be?

No, it's definitely better this way. The only questions that remain for us involve the means and the timing. So we discuss.

One of the few things Riley liked about working at the Gold Crown Club was the bathroom. He’d tended bar at many venues where the bathroom would qualify as a circle of hell. He wouldn’t call the GCC a high-end establishment, but David made sure the bathrooms were always impeccably clean. Riley appreciated that. What he appreciated less was how some of the other patrons showed their appreciation.

For most people, one of the pleasures of travelling by train is that you can simply sit back and do nothing. For Kimmy however, there was always more to do on a four hour journey than simply watch the countryside passing by her window, she supressed a naughty smirk as she ran a hand along the side of her thigh, feeling the outline of her phone. It was thrilling to think how many delights that phone contained, that she could lay her hands on at moment’s notice.

Sitting alone in the manor overlooking the town, Hershel rubbed his temples as he watched the snow fall outside.  Candles flickering around him, the unlit Menorah sat in the windowsill as he wondered what the goblins had in store for him.  He had been able to fool the first one with that egg trick pretty easily, but the shrill threats of more to follow made him nervous.  Swallowing hard, he gave a small prayer for courage and wit before sitting down with his dinner.