He
didn’t have a perverted bone in his body. He loved it ordinary. In huge
amounts. She was fast boring
of his one-tracked mind. All he needed a woman for was sex. Sex, sex and more
sex. He had a machine complex that demanded total subjugation to carnal
desires. Three, four, more times a night did not strain his abilities. There
was nothing between them beyond this physical gratification. No communication.
No great area of conversation, or ambition. Dazzler loved his woman naked, on a
bed, ready to provide for his pleasure. He sat back and rubbed his gut, eyes fixed
lecherously on her breasts, Joan knew that his instincts were probing back into
jungle caverns where his caveman ancestors had belched delight over a dinosaur
offering before partaking of the cook’s fleshy delights.
‘Forget that!’ she
snapped.
‘You gettin’
uppity?’
‘I’m getting rubbed
raw.’
‘You’re goin’ to
fuck-off, eh?’
‘I’m not just a receptacle for your prick!’

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