Horror tale where a man’s obsession with sex starts to get the better of him!
But as soon as he was inside her, all of his cares melted away and they were soon making love at a frantic pace.
For hours they made love, until Terry’s penis was throbbing from overuse. So, reluctantly, he left Miss Mandy lying on top of the floral sheets, looking more radiant than ever — as many women look immediately after sex –, so that he could prepare himself something to eat. He started to preheat the oven to cook himself a beef pie, but then, impatient to return to his lover, he decided that he couldn’t wait half an hour, so he threw the pie straight into the oven. Then ten minutes later, he decided even that would take too long, so he turned off the oven and quickly buttered two slices of bread and spread a thick layer of Philadelphia cream cheese and vegemite between them. He decided to settle for the sandwich and a cup of black coffee.
Miss Mandy was pleased to see her lover back so soon and greeted him with, “Take me with your great big beautiful cock, stud!” — making Terry wonder if that was quite what she had said earlier that evening — and she did not even mind when he gave her a sloppy kiss, smearing vegemite and cream cheese across her full, Cupid’s-bow lips.
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Over the next few months Terry Desmond became ever more infatuated with his flaxen-haired lover. To the point where he ignored everything else except work and Randy Miss Mandy. He made love to her in the mornings before getting dressed, rushed to work where he had to suffer through the oafish taunts of Frank Magellan, who did everything he could to pump Terry for information about his new woman; then Terry rushed home from work in the evenings, frustrated and furious when the bus was delayed in traffic jams, or by defective traffic lights. He almost seethed with rage at the constant transport strikes which had held the state of Victoria at the mercy of the Australian Transport Union since the mid 1960s.
“Look calm down,” advised Frank Magellan one day, four weeks into the latest train strikes — called over the question of who should be served first in the employees canteen at lunch time, the train drivers or the electrical maintenance crew. “After all, Tare, we’re all in the same boat you know.”
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