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A Fishy Tale
The Monster from Coney Island
The tentacles began to coil out — across — and around my body
A few months back, I went over to this guy’s pad for some bondage play. I met him on TiedAndFucked dot com — so I trusted he would deliver. As soon as I walked through the door, he striped me naked and pushed me to my knees.
“Suck it,” he demanded. Which is fine as I didn’t need asking. Com’on, any chick who is a member of T&F is what you’d call an easy bet.
One time, this dude handcuffed me before I even got through the front door. But that’s a story for another day…
OK. Kneeling in front of him I enthusiastically pulled out his rod. But to be honest, it was less of a rod and more curvy, like a snake. A long one too. But I’ve seen all kinds of cock in my time, so without hesitation I clasped my lips around the shaft and began to treat him to my considerable oral talents.
As well as looking a little odd, it smelled like fish and chips, you know the aroma that wafts around seaside towns — fishy and salty rolled into one. Not unpleasant. Just a little strange. I wondered if he’d recently wanked off. That would answer why he wasn’t totally rigid, and jizz is very individual, scent wise. Don’t you find?
