@coxford_lou likes to fuck. He’s not fussy but draws the line at Gosport.
His whole life is an endless whirl of thrusts and vinegar faces.
But he has a secret. A secret that has been kept for decades. A secret that, should it be revealed, could have dire consequences, not only for his lovelife, but also for his career in the dog eat dog world of custom silk screen printing.
Richard can’t afford for his dark past to be revealed and he’s willing to do anything (except receive anal) to stop that happening.
not my place prob but would it be Better if it was ppl what are real ppl please? I.e. if it was Puel & Les Reed battling out to bang Big Kat, I think that would be More Erotic for Me.
Since you’re feeling left out @btripz I’ve decided to give you a part. You can be @dubai_phil long term cuck boyfriend @btripz . Thanks for your cooperation!
Could we have some more nominations from the greater Clive Anderson please. Actors, settings, character profiles etc with up votes according to taste for judging purposes?
@saintbletch a sports clothing tycoon and well known pervert. Partial to wearing ladies underwear beneath his tartan plus fours and fond of a frilled dress shirt in mauve. Tarquin is ruthless and cruel but his favours can be purchased for the price of half a cider. A useless drunk, he has been known to piss himself at the drop of a pastel fedora.
@goatboy a psittacosis-riddled defrocked vicar and pigeon fancier, much given to plunging his malformed member into the unwilling orifices of his long-sufffering flock. Apart from trips to the newsagent for a packet or two of ready rubbed, he rarely ventures out, prefering to watch endless reruns of Coronation Street with the mummified remains of his family.
But this night he feels something stirring in his innermost being, a visceral need to be elsewhere - no matter how far he must travel. He bids his pigeons a rather too fond farewell and, several hours later, ventures out into the night. Impelled onwards by an urge he cannot explain, he walks for many long nights, spending his days resting in woods, hoping to lay his hands on a finch or two. Eventually, he reaches his destination. He doesn’t know where he is, just that this is where he must be. He emerges from a thicket and reads the sign at the side of the road.
