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An Englishman just wandering through his mind writing about those things he used to dream about but never told anybody.
About Cyanide56
- Interests
- Domestic erotica has always been my interest. Add in a little cosplay and some fun spanking and I'm good to go.
- Favorite Books
- Christmas Carol by Dickens. Everything anyone needs to learn in life is in that book.
- Favorite Movies
- Close Encounters of the Third Kind. Roy Neary is me and I'm Roy Neary in my dreams. All I've ever wanted is to see the Universe.
- Favorite Music
- Anything old school 60's/70's.
- Favorite Quote
- "You're only supposed to blow the bloody doors off!" - a message to live life by.
- Dreams
- I always wanted to be Marty McFly.
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The final chapter in the Blind Girl in the Rain series.
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· 6 Years, 6 Months, 4 Weeks, 1 Day, 12 Hours, 45 Minutes ago
Another day. Another Monday. I stared out into the far distance as the world began to paint herself with cloud strokes of deep copper and burnt umber. But it wasn't another day. Or another Monday.
A blind girl called Heather McCallister had made everything different.
That Monday was a day that lasted forever.
It was a day when work was everything and the only thing that mattered was to be there at my desk ready to cover all eventualities and possible outcomes. Everyone was in the same boat and we all had to make sure we were rowing in the same direction. As the sun began to set in late afternoon, it felt as if we'd survived the economic storm and had come through it in pretty much one piece.
But ever since Janet had left my office that morning something else had been on my mind.
Something that would mean so much more to me in the coming days.
"Hey, stud," said the girl to my left, "How about sharing some of that big old cock of yours with this empty pussy of mine?"
I looked across to her at the end of another deep thrust between the sweet thighs of the mewling fuck beneath me as I pounded her well-stretched snatch into the mattress. Instinctively, the younger woman clasped me tighter to her as her long black stockinged legs wrapped themselves around my splayed thighs and pounding buttocks. I was on auto-pilot. Doing the same old same on another Friday night with two hot bitches from the typing pool eager to discover if the rumors were true.