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It's a hot night. Outside the windows, the cicadas are scraping like a thousand carpenters on speed. And it's just so fucking hot. So I close my eyes, and I go swimming again. Heat
There's nothing like a promotion to make your day. Unless it's a new secretary to go with it. One who really knows her Office Etiquette .
'So how come you never laid me?'. The middle of a bank raid may not be the best time to ask - especially when you're the ones doing the raiding. But sometimes, a girl just has to know. You can Bank on it .
Erotic art shows aren't bad gigs - especially when you're part of
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Produktbeschreibung
It's a hot night. Outside the windows, the cicadas are scraping like a thousand carpenters on speed. And it's just so fucking hot. So I close my eyes, and I go swimming again. Heat

There's nothing like a promotion to make your day. Unless it's a new secretary to go with it. One who really knows her Office Etiquette.

'So how come you never laid me?'. The middle of a bank raid may not be the best time to ask - especially when you're the ones doing the raiding. But sometimes, a girl just has to know. You can Bank on it.

Erotic art shows aren't bad gigs - especially when you're part of the art. But sometimes you get drawn, and sometimes - well. Picture this...

There's a place. A place where the login screen says 'We think Heisenberg had Principles - but we're not sure'. A place where people know why you can't send a cat to Mars. A place where people who get it can go - and get more. Like their asses Virtually whipped as well. Because we're Geeks - Geeks with Strap-itude. Sub-Light


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Autorenporträt
Tatter Jack. A vagabond with delusions of literature. A wandering minstrel who can't sing or play a note. Oh - and writer of erotica.

Yes,I know. I'm sorry. The 'e' word, I mean. It's the Great Sin of Marketing(tm). You have to get certain words in, and 'erotica' is one of them. So I write about people. Who sometimes - OK, fairly often (blush) - have sex. While they're being people :-).

So this is me. Tatter Jack. It's a cold night out, so cum on in. Maybe we can warm things up...