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Click hereI know that it is somewhat of an anticlimax to the story, but it is really a report that was written for Spencer, the boss that is, though I edited certain sections for his reading.
Tracey and I moved into my apartment in Great Pye Street and he was soon at home there. A kitchen to perform wonders in and a bath that gave us many hours of delight. It was big enough for both of us and also had the room for us to have sex in at the same time. That's not discounting that bed where you could roll over three times and still not fall out.
We christened every room, every piece of furniture, every work surface and every carpet by my fucking him and him sometimes having me, in every nook and cranny of our new home. He even went out and bought a gross of those condoms which we depleted in a very short time as we got to know the apartment.
If my memory ever comes back, I know it will not surpass these last couple of weeks of me getting to know and fall in love with Tracey. To see him dressed there as a woman in all her glory and slowly pull off the dress to reveal that she was actually a man wearing that sexy underwear of a bra, suspender belt that held up the stockings he wore. To see him turn round to show me his glorious backside, those firm globes that I just loved to stroke and caress. Then his erection that stuck out so incongruously from the attire his was wearing. The smile he gave me from that beautiful face that I'm sure could have launched more than a thousand ships. The smile that was for me, my love. The love that loved me and made me happy and the body that was a slim and petite and yet had strength to take me on and swallow me up inside and give me the greatest pleasure I had ever known.
To feel his muscle squeeze me when I was up inside him as we fucked. To have him suck me and for me to suck him was love beyond the pale. So we ate, slept, lived and fucked each other and were content with having what many people never experience in their whole lives, true love.
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I loved this story. Love,love Tracey he/she was a force he completed Kane, the thriller part of the story was awesome,sex hot hot o so hot.
People please read this story
Couldn't get past page 3. All I'm thinking is, oh yeah, this is "true love" (like hell it is).
The phrase "not to put a finer point on it", by the way, should read as "not to put too fine a point on it".
This is my new favorite story! Great character development wrt Tracey. Loved Tracey's attitude toward Marcus, and with everyone else. While it would be nice to know if Marcus' memory comes back, it's outside the realm of the story. Going to look out for more stories from you.
The decision by Tracy not to get medical care for Marcus bothered me too. He was trying to save a lot of questions about the dead men at the club. I gess it was just a graze.
I enjoyed reading about Marcus and Tracey. While the rampant sex was a little overdone, it made sense considering Tracey's young age and the story flowed. Kane's motivations were natural, but I'd like to read where he remembers his past.
I couldn't get past the first page. Am I the only one who wondered why on earth the man was having sex with someone after he'd gotten shot in the head... shouldn't he have been in the hospital???
It has taken me all night to read and really enjoy this brilliantly written story.
Like one of those books that you just cannot put down, must be the best on this site, would be more than 5 stars if possible.
Cheers.