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He Fixed My Ass (Manly Men #1)
He Fixed My Ass (Manly Men #1)
He Fixed My Ass (Manly Men #1)
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He Fixed My Ass (Manly Men #1)

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"Plumb my butt? What are you saying? Why, that's filthy!" I grin. Underneath this whole rich, slim, sexy exterior thing I have going on is a naughty little boy who wants some candy. The hunky man leans over and whispers to me that something more than my tap needs fixing. I look down with him with a sly grin. "I think my morning wood needs chopping down." He is more than happy to assist.

This and other similar stories can be found in 'Manly Men Collection 1'.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateOct 11, 2013
ISBN9781301914210
He Fixed My Ass (Manly Men #1)
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Dick Powers

Dick Powers writes gay erotic fiction. He writes heterosexual erotica under Sophie Sin.

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    He Fixed My Ass (Manly Men #1) - Dick Powers

    He Fixed My Ass

    Manly Men #1

    Dick Powers

    Copyright 2013 Lunatic Ink Publishing

    More Dick Powers at his book list. He also writes male-female erotica under the pen name Sophie Sin.

    All sex is consensual and all participants are over 18 years of age.

    A Few For The Swear Jar

    The room vibrates and echoes with the rather creative curses flowing freely from my parched lips. The sun lazily shines through the trendily painted blue/gray window with its usual gleeful Canadian 'gonna wake you up or bust' attitude towards making my life unworkably difficult.

    My royal red slippers clomp on the white and gold tiled floor of my designer modern kitchen as I stomp to the pink fluffy phone hanging off the wall near my brand new toaster that I have never used, but looks nice next to all the other equipment that I also never use.

    I thump in '808' on the backlit touch screen keyboard, creating some sounds that might be cracking or just the parts wiggling about under the hard pressure of my finger thrusting into them.

    YOU FUCKING BASTARD, is my opening line.

    The punk teenager on the other end of the line sighs audibly into the receiver.

    Is that you, Mr. Lawrence? he squeaks out in his pre-pubescent voice.

    GOOD! YOU KNOW MY NAME! I yell, rage flowing through my model slim body like a typhoon just about to break into a

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