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This is very good...I’m hooked, thank you ldvale89!
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Glad you enjoyed it, I had a lot of fun writing it. Now on to chapter 4!
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Glad to here there’s more on the way....good stuff mate, made me stiff again!
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Glad to hear it! I started writing the new chapter last night and a bit this morning. Keeps making me stiff trying to write it. Have to keep stopping to glove up 😛
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The Flatmate’s Girlfriend Part 4

I slid my hot long shaft into her sopping wet pussy, with every thrust of my hips my slippery tool slithered around in her vagina. Full scale penetration at it’s very best. Performance wise I was going strong and playing the long game. How had I not cum yet? Sian usually only had to brush my old boy with her fingertips outside of my trousers and it felt like Vesuvius was going off in my boxers! It started off as missionary (because sometimes the old ways are the best). It quickly got interesting though as Sian begged me to throw her legs over my shoulders so I could fuck her harder and deeper. I slipped her stilettos off her smooth sexy feet and started to kiss her wrinkled soles whilst I was still pumping away inside her, I often enjoyed paying particular attention to Sian’s feet, which I adored. They were so smooth and well looked after, her adorable dream catcher tattoo, and her toenails were always painted.
“Fuck me! Fuck me hard big boy, oooooh yeeeess!” Sian screamed out as the waves of pleasure rushed through her body. I picked up the pace, going harder and faster, we were moaning and screaming as the pleasure gripped us and took us to the peak of ecstasy!
“Sian I’m going to cum!” I yelled.
“Hmm cum for me big boy, give me your big juicy load!” Just hearing those words come out of Sian’s mouth was enough to completely finish me off. I moaned with excitable pleasure as I emptied my jizz load into her, in doing so she screamed in equal satisfaction, which signalled that she had cum too. You could always tell when Sian had cum as she always pointed her delicious toes almost horizontally to her legs. I pulled my red hot stiff weapon from out of her, rolled over and lay next to her. Bright eyed and bushy tailed, feeling incredibly satisfied by my performance during this long awaited sexual encounter with Sian. ‘God I’m so in love with her’ I thought to myself. We kissed and cuddled and just laid on the big fluffy rug of the living room floor.
“Oh wow!” Sian exclaimed, “you never fail to make me cum.”
I looked at Sian feeling quite proud of my sexual prowess. “We didn’t even use the rubber gloves this time!” I said. Normally all of our sexual encounters previously had started or ended with the use of household gloves. It was just our thing, we were glove fetishists, rubber gloves were our kinks.
Sian looked at me with a wicked and devilish look on her face. “Who said it was over yet!?” She asked. She got up from off the floor, butt naked as the day she was born. I just watched her as she stood up, standing over me looking all dominant and powerful. Her perky tits and her lovely smooth shaven pussy. “Wait there! I think you’ve earned an extra special treat boy!” She remarked, a sexy sinister looking smile on her face.
“Oh yes!” I shouted, with an excitable look on my face, sort of like a kid on Christmas Day. “God you spoil me Sian!”
“I know I do!” Sian said as she started to wander over to the kitchen sink. “But you’ve earned it like I said, anyway enough chat! We probably don’t have much longer until Tom is home” she explained. Once Sian had arrived at the kitchen sink, she stooped down and opened the door to the kitchen sink cupboard. My eyes lit up, beaming they were, I knew what this meant. An all too familiar sound of that cupboard door, where all the gloved instruments of sexual torture lived. “What pair do you want babe?” Asked Sian as she rustled around in the cupboard. I felt this was an opportunity that I fully needed to exploit, I felt like a kid in a candy shop trying to pick from his favourite chocolate bars.
“Sian, can I have the pink casabellas?” I asked, and by my tone of voice you could tell that it wasn’t the first time I’d asked for these particular brand of gloves.
“Now now..” she said. “You know full well those are my best gloves, I don’t want you shooting your spunkload all over my casabellas!” Sian wasn’t wrong, they were her best gloves. “You know what you must do in order to get to play with my favourite pink casabellas!” Sian for some time now had made it quite clear that no matter how much I would beg her to slip on her expensive pink casabella rubber gloves, there was a special something that she would ask of me in order for her to include them in our kinky glove sex sessions. But up until now I had not found the confidence or bravery to accept this specialist request. So my long wait for the casabellas continued. “You give me what I want, and you’ll get what you want!” She said very sternly. I loved it when Sian got authoritative, it was a real turn on, especially so in these situations. She pulled out a pair of standard yellow branded marigolds, a small sized pair. She didn’t hesitate to slip them onto her soft small beautiful hands. Snapping the cuff of each glove, she knows that drives me wild every time she does that. “No! You can just have the yellow marigolds for now.” With the sight of Sian in her bright yellow gloves my cock sprung back to attention and was ready for some more action. She grabbed a bottle of moisturiser by the sink and proceeded to squirt a small amount into her gloved hands. She rubbed in the lotion, all whilst looking at me laying on the floor, all helpless and pathetic. She started to walk back over to me. “Big boy’s ready for some real action now!” She knelt down, she perched herself right between my legs, which I had parted to make room for her to perform her magic. With no time to waste Sian clasped my throbbing shaft with her marigolds and began to wank me off. The cold lotion on her slippery yellow gloves caused my back to arch up in pleasure and delight. It felt amazing, any kind of lubrication felt sensational, and with the texture of the gloves it provided a gentle tickle on my shaft which added to the joyous experience. I just laid on the floor as my marigold queen wanked me off, I’d lost count at the amount of times this had happened. With her spare hand Sian tickled my balls and around the base of my shaft, my back arched up even further. This particular gloved handjob would barely last. I wriggled and moaned and expressed my pleasure through grunting and heavy breathing. Sian got faster! The friction of the gloves on my shaft felt as good as any handjob in marigolds I’d ever received, the gloved fingers of her spare hand were torturing my balls! My moans got loader, I flung my head back and got loader and loader with each full stroke from the rubber gloves. I closed my eyes, and roared one huge final grunt.
All of a sudden my body jolted up and I let out a frightened yell, I was sat up, my eyes opened. It took a little while to come round, I was a little dazed and confused. I was sat up in bed! In my own bedroom of the flat, all alone and no one else around. Not Sian in her ‘sex torture marigolds’. I soon then realised that I felt a little damp, I pulled back my bedsheets. I’d had a wet dream! ‘Seriously?’ I thought to myself, I thought only adolescent teen boys had wet dreams. I let out a huge sigh of disappointment, it had all been a fucking dream! Before long there was a light knock at my bedroom door. Tom walked in, he was wearing just some pyjama shorts.
“Are you alright mate?” He asked.
I looked at him, my eyes still half asleep. “Yeah I’m fine man, just another dream!”
“Another one??” Tom said, “that’s been every week at least for two months now, you got stuff on your mind?”
“It’s nothing Tom.” I said reassuringly.
“Well it’s not, you’ve not had a decent nights sleep for ages, you wanna talk about it?”
“No it’s fine, honestly.” I said “I just need to sort something out that’s bugging me, but it can wait until morning.” With that, Tom smiled, said goodnight, closed the door and I rolled over in my cum soaked boxers and shut my eyes and attempted to get some sleep, for the morning was a new day.

I woke up a few hours later, it was 8am, Saturday. It was exactly two months ago since mine and Sian’s sordid encounter. I was living with a huge amount of guilt at our secret. Every time Sian would visit the flat I would make my excuses, either by going out with other friends or confining myself to the bedroom. It was also two months ago today on the very same day of the encounter that I finally confessed to Sian how I truly felt about her. All the feelings I had for her during the two and a half years her and Tom had been an item I was sure was reciprocated on that day. Our sexy, kinky, sordid fling. Our naughty housework session that turned into a kinky glove loving ordeal. I was so so sure! But instead I was so so wrong, she brushed it off as a meaningless pity fuck, claiming she felt sorry for me. But what really topped it off and added to my already very heavy heart, was that her and Tom had gotten engaged that night after going out for a romantic dinner. It was fair to say that the last two months had been incredibly hard. Sian and I could barely look at each other whenever she came over. We’d try and avoid each other as best we can, Tom had no idea, he never felt any tension in the air between the two people he cared most about. But that wasn’t surprising, Tom wouldn’t notice if the roof caved in he was that chilled out. My physical attraction to Sian hadn’t wavered in the slightest, it was difficult to dislike someone who you’ve listed after for so long, someone you’ve been intimate with. Even if it was ‘meaningless’ as she’d labelled it. I would still masturbate whilst thinking about Sian, about what we had previously got up to, her sexy feet, which I had a fetish for. Even when I saw her in her rubber gloves, washing up or cleaning around the flat. A part of me thought she was doing it just to taunt me! I had a monkey on my back and I needed to throw it off somehow.
I greeted Tom as I wandered into the front room, he was having breakfast, there was no sign of Sian though.
“You having breakfast?” Tom asked, “ there’s some bacon in the fridge that Sian got from the shops yesterday.
“I thought she was a vegetarian?” I asked, observantly.
“Yeah she was but you know what she’s like, she’s always changing her mind, she can never commit to anything.” Tom joked. I secretly raised my eyebrows in reaction to that statement, just reacting to the sheer irony of what Tom had said, he had no idea how true that was!
“Think I’m gonna grab a shower first.” I said, more likely I was conscious about being a bit smelly after my little wet dream last night. I grabbed a towel from the airing cupboard and went into the bathroom. It smelt of strong feminine deodorant and face creams, expensive perfume and nail varnish, to put it bluntly it smelt like a salon. But this was a constant string of feminine smells that Tom and I were used to, we’d always made reference to how the place always smelt of nail varnish. I wandered back out into the front room. “Is Sian still here mate?” I asked.
“No she had an early shower this morning and went off into town, she had a few things to do she said, why do you ask? Tom quizzed.
“Oh nothing, the bathroom smells all feminine as per!” I said laughingly.
“When does it not smell like that!”
That was a good point Tom had made, when did the place ever smell like a bachelor’s pad? Sian always made sure it had a woman’s touch to it. I went back to the bathroom to grab a shower, a much needed freshen up. I dropped my towel on the floor as it rolled off my arm and in doing so it caught the end of the bin just underneath the sink knocking it over, causing all the rubbish to tip out.
‘Shit!’ I thought as I bent down to pick the rubbish up, but as I picked up the trash something caught my eye, a blue rectangular cardboard box that had fallen out as part of the rubbish. I picked up the box, it was face down so I could only see a bar code. I turned it over, I wish at this point I hadn’t turned it around as the shock of the contents on the front of the packaging caused me to fall backwards. My chest pounded, I started to sweat, I was breathing heavily, the panic had gripped my soul like a vice. I dropped the box on the floor, I got up, I put my hands to my head. I had a genuine look of tortured panic in my eyes.
“Are you alright in there mate?” Asked Tom from the other side of the door.
“Ye-yeah, I’m fine mate, I just knocked the bin over.” I just froze, staring down at the rectangle shaped box on the floor, what could of caused such a frenzy at that moment? Well it just so happens that the box that I was staring at was a pregnancy test.

After I’d showered, I went back to my room to get changed, I had the towel wrapped around my lower half. I dove straight for my phone, which was sat on my bedside cabinet. I scrolled through the numbers, I made a call, it rang out for about ten seconds roughly. Then finally an answer.
“Hello, it’s me.” I said sternly. “I need to see you! Can you meet me by Chapel’s Farm in about an hour…the lay-by, come alone!”

The drive was just out of town. I pulled up in the lay-by, switched the engine off and sat patiently waiting for my rendezvous to arrive. I drove a Seat Ibiza, decent car, had a fair amount of whip on it, in my current social situation there wasn’t any need for anything bigger. It suited me just fine.
About ten minutes after I arrived in the lay-by another car pulled up. It was a red Mini Cooper, the driver was a woman, she had dark glasses on that hid her face well. She alighted from the car, it was Sian! She walked over from her car and got into my Seat. She chose to sit in the back rather than sit ting alongside me in the passenger seat. She removed her sunglasses, she had a stern and very serious expression on her face, just as I had expected. She was also carrying with her a designer handbag, a decent sized bag, Louis Vuitton again. She loved that brand, classy and expensive.
“So how are you?” I asked politely, not being able to think of what I’d wanted to say I began with small talk.
“Oh come on, cut the mindless chit-chat!” Barked Sian, “just cut to the chase, why did you wanna meet me like this?” She asked.
“Why are you sitting in the back?” That had puzzled me the moment she’d gotten in the car.
“Your windows are tinted. No will see me…”
“You mean Tom, he’s at the gym, as always he’s always hours anyway!”
“I’m more concerned about the girls from the salon, our new Saturday girl Hannah, she’s a right little gossip, if she sees us then we’re fucked!”
I gave a little laugh at that comment, at how paranoid Sian was. “We’re in the middle of nowhere out of town, hardly any cars come by here since the new bypass was opened. We’ll be fine.” I said reassuringly. I gazed at Sian as she sat very nervously in the back of my car. I still looked at her lovingly, that hadn’t changed a bit. She occasionally glanced up at me, giving me brief looks back, trying with all her might not to laugh or smile. She couldn’t help it. “Sian, I love you!” I confessed, “I can’t help myself, for as long as I can remember, even before our little encounter a few months ago I have been crazy about you!”
“Don’t be so ridiculous!” Sian raised her voice at what she thought was a ridiculous statement from me. “It was one time, just once and it was a mistake!”
“No it wasn’t Sian!” I begged, “It was more, so much more, I felt a connection. It was nothing like I’ve ever felt with anyone before.”
Sian let out a short sarcastic blast of a laugh.
“Don’t try and deny it because I know you felt it too! I’ve honestly thought about nothing else since that day!” I was bearing my soul again, I was quite an emotional being. Sian was getting the full picture of how I truly felt about her. I’d carried this emotion, this pain, these feelings ever since our erotic sexual encounter two months ago.
“Why are you doing this?” She asked, “Me and Tom are engaged, we just want to be happy”
“It’s false Sian! All of it is a lie, we slept together and you are just going around pretending that you’re living in this bubble of happiness. What happened between us happened for a reason, we should be together. Not you and Tom”
“Ok give me one good reason why I should be with you and not Tom?!” She barked, she leaned forward from the back seat, things were getting seriously heated now.
I also leaned forward, so much so that I was just inches from her face, I could have grabbed her and kissed her. She was so beautiful. “Because you’re having my baby Sian!”
Her face froze, stunned, mouth dropped opened in a horrified expression. “I’m not pregnant.” She tried to lie, she was awful, her initial reaction had already told me everything I needed to know. I leaned back and open the glove box in the passenger seat. I fished out the empty pregnancy test box that I had found this morning before my shower. I dropped the box right next to her.
“You sure about that?” I asked quizzically.
Sian just stared in wide-eyed horror, she knew she could not try and swerve the issue anymore. She simply said, “Fuck!”
“How did you think I wasn’t going to find out? You left it in the bin, not exactly inconspicuous is it??”
Sian couldn’t get her head around how careless she had been. Maybe it was her pregnancy brain that made her forgetful in the process. “I’m about two months gone..” she had given in, it was time to confess. “…I’ve avoided coming to the flat every now and again because I’ve been sick in the mornings. Sometimes all day, I’ve had time off work from the salon. If I’m not careful I’ll lose my job, it’s all a bloody mess!”
It was difficult to not feel sorry for Sian in this situation. I was just as shocked and potentially frightened as she was, but one question remained above all else. “Do you know who the father is?” I asked, I’d been itching to ask her.
“It’s Tom’s I’ve no doubt about it!” Barked Sian instantly.
“There’s no guarantee it’s his.” I replied.
“It is, end of, I won’t hear anything otherwise!”
“Sian you’re two months pregnant and we slept together two months ago! How could you think for a moment that the baby is not mine?”
“I know my body better than anyone, I just know it’s Tom’s. End of!”
The argument went on. “Oh grow up Sian!” I said in a raised voice. “If your so sure it’s his why haven’t you told him!”
Sian felt backed into a corner. “I…I just wanted to be sure sure…that I really AM pregnant. I’ve got my twelve week scan in less than two weeks.”
“Tell him!” I ordered. “Tell him Sian, or else I will!”
She could feel the walls closing in on her. I felt awful giving her an ultimatum like this but this situation wasn’t going to go away. It couldn’t be avoided. “Don’t tell him!” She said, in a panic stricken voice. “I’ll give you anything you want, please just don’t tell him.” She begged me.
I felt a sudden urge in my head to say something that I knew I shouldn’t, it felt like blackmail. But the result of that blackmail would give me everything I had desired for so long. A chance to be closer to Sian, closer in an intimate sense. I stared into her eyes, she looked like a frightened puppy. I nervously swallowed and uttered such despicable words. I had to be selfish, I had to take control for once in my life and feel like a winner, like I was winning. I wanted Sian and this was the only way how. “Sleep with me!” I muttered.
“W-what??” She gasped.
“Sleep with me Sian, and you’ll have my silence, I won’t tell Tom. But only if you sleep with me!”
She looked horrified, but at the same time in her naïvety she accepted that in order to keep things from coming out and ruining her life with Tom, this might just be the only way. “Ok, so be it, I’ll sleep with you!”
God I felt like a pig. How had I resorted to this. “In the back of the car, right here right now!” My requests kept coming.
“As you wish!” Said Sian, she let out a little smirk, thinking I wouldn’t notice. But I did. She reached over for her designer handbag she had sat beside her. She unzipped the bag, reached inside and pulled out a pair of yellow rubber gloves, marigolds, size small. She looked at me, my mouth had dropped open in excitement, ‘round two here we come’ I had thought. Sian was smirking, you could tell she was a little turned on by this warped betrayal, this deceit, this blackmail. “Well…luckily I brought these along then wasn’t it?!” She held the yellow marigolds up to my face. I was finally getting what I had listed for for so so long. Sian in her sexy rubber gloves, about to pleasure me above and beyond again!

I didn’t hesitate one bit to jump in the backseat with Sian. My T-shirt ripped off in my excitement, I slammed down on the back seat next to her just as she was pulling on her sexy yellow marigolds. As always she pulled down hard on the cuff as they snapped back making that sexy rubbery snapping sound. She knew I loved that sound, she knew it got me going and made me rock hard. She removed her top and unzipped the skirt she was wearing as she went down to just her underwear. Next came her cute little dolly shoes, she removed them by just flicking them off with either foot. I started to unbutton my jeans and pull them down along with my boxers. It was some struggle to be honest, being in the backseat of a Seat Ibiza wasn’t the most practical place I’d ever fooled around in. But just like that I was totally naked and very erect. My cock was throbbing as Sian rubbed her marigold clad hands together with a look of excitement and arousal on her face. There was just something about our mutual fetish for rubber gloves that awoke something within us, this is what I was talking about when I said to her that we had a connection. This was it, no matter how hard we fought it, the gloves would always find us and bring us back together. Sian leaned over towards me, I was just sat there, totally naked just waiting for her gloved hands to work their magic. She clasped my fully erect member with her favoured right hand and began the rapid pumping action. I gasped as I reacted to the cold feeling of the rubber glove on my red hot instrument, her other hand she used to reach around and skilfully unhook her bra. She peeled it off dangling it seductively in my face before tossing into the footwell of the front passenger seat out of sight. With her other gloved hand she then covered my mouth, allowing me to taste and inhale the gorgeous bright yellow rubbery glove much to my delight.
“Slow down Sian!” I begged, “I don’t want to cum too soon.” Knowing I could feel my juices flowing to the tip of my big stiff shaft I was anxious to keep this going for as long as possible, for this was dreamland.
“Lay down!” She ordered
I didn’t hesitate at her sexual requests. She climbed off me allowing me to stretch out and lay down on the back seat as comfortably as I could. Sian then climbed and sat in between my legs and brought her legs forward with her feet towards my face.
‘Jackpot!’ I thought to myself. Sian had positioned herself so that she could plant her gorgeous feet and toes in my face whilst still being able to jerk me off simultaneously with her ‘sex torture marigolds’, as I referred to them in my dream the previous night. I was enjoying every minute of this, it was sheer heaven.
“You really like my feet in your face don’t you?” Sian asked as she continued to pump away at my stiff cock in her tight yellow rubber gloves.
“I like your feet, they’re sexy! I have a foot fetish.” I confessed, not that she didn’t already know.
“Hmm rubber gloves and feet, you kinky boy! Are they smelly? My feet, do you like my smelly smelly feet?” She teased.
Her words simply tickled me, everything Sian was saying brought me closer and closer to climax. I was inhaling her feet and toes as she whacked away at my big juicy pork sword, the sight of her going at it with her yellow marigolds. I could feel my eyes rolling to the back of my head in pure pleasure. I took the chance to nibble and suckle on her gorgeous dainty toes. They were painted a baby blue colour, she always had her toenails painted in such a professional and pretty way.
“Careful, I’ve just had those done!” She said, referring to her pedicure. “What do you prefer, the rubber gloves or my feet? She then asked.
I allowed her big toe to wriggle free from my mouth. “Definitely the rubber gloves!” I shouted, trying catch my breath. Sian continued to vigorously massage my massive meat sword with her rubbery hands clasped around the base of my shaft. Her strokes were strong and fast, her grip wasn’t too tight as she didn’t want to nullify the pleasure it was giving me. With her spare hand Sian started to lightly tickle my balls, it caused my toes to curl. I moaned in great satisfaction, the juices were bubbling now, I could feel them racing to the tip of my cock. “I’m gonna cum!” I announced, and within seconds I popped like a champagne cork. I covered Sian’s rubber gloves in my thick, creamy spunk load. I watched her peel her marigolds off inside out, they were small and tight, they made a snapping sound as she wrestled them off her beautifully small hands.
“Are we feeling satisfied now?” Sian asked as she stared down at me from her dominant position, her body towering over me.
“That was amazing!” I said, in a breathy exhausted voice.
“Get dressed!” Sian barked, “I have to get back to Tom.”
“When can I see you again??” I asked, frantically.
“I’ll let you know.” Sian said reassuringly, “We have to be careful though! There’s too much at stake.”
“I can’t resist you Sian, our rubber glove sex and foreplay! I want more of it, I want so much more!” We we’re both gradually dressing ourselves in the back of the car.
“I want more of it too…” Sian confessed, “To tell you the truth, since the first time I’ve thought of nothing else too. I was just in denial.”
My eyes lit up, deep down I knew how Sian felt. It was just a patient game of waiting it out, waiting for her to confess. “I need to know Sian, I need to know if the baby is mine?” I asked in a serious tone.
“At this moment in time, I honestly don’t know who’s it is!” Said Sian, she seemed almost ashamed at that very statement.
I put my hand on her bare naked thigh. Gazing into her beautiful brown eyes. “Look…whatever happens Sian, I’ll support you no matter what.”
“Really there’s no need, I just need time to think about what I’m going to do about this messed up situation.”
Suddenly there was a tapping on the window of the car! The windows in the back were tinted, so it was difficult to make out who was tapping on the window of my car. Sian and I were both startled, the rear door to the car swung open. It was a police officer! ‘Oh shit, oh fuck!’ I thought. Neither of us were fully dressed, Sian quickly covered her modesty with her top. We just stared in wide eyed horror and dare I say embarrassment at being caught in this compromising position, and with a pair of marigold rubber gloves drenched in my semen. How would we explain ourselves out of this one.
“Can we help you officer?” I asked sheepishly, I couldn’t really think of any other way to start this conversation.
The officer was not impressed in the slightest. “Well as a matter of fact sir there is something you can help me with. You can both accompany me to the station, you’re under arrest!”
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Oh wow it gets better each time. Keep up the good work ldvale
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Happy to see so many views on this story and the comments of so many of you enjoying this.

Just so you know, the next chapter will be the final part of the story. I want to try and write some different stories
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The Flatmate’s Girlfriend – The Final Chapter

I pulled my car up into the designated space for the flat, switched the engine off and placed my weary head on the steering wheel. It was late in the afternoon, the day had simply flown by. Seconds later Sian pulled up in her mini and parked adjacent in one of our visitor spaces she often uses when she calls round. I didn’t recall seeing Tom’s car anywhere, my guesses is that he was out, either at the gym (as per usual) or he’d popped round to see his mum. They’d recently lost Tom’s dad in the last nine months to Alzheimer’s, so Tom always went out of his way to see that she was coping ok and give her a little bit of company every now and again. I saw Sian pull up and get out of her car, I alighted likewise from mine. We looked at each other, looking a bit sheepish and embarrassed by the whole lay-by incident. We walked into the apartment block side by side, silent, nothing to say to one another. After we were arrested for our inappropriate sexual activities in the out of town lay-by opposite Chapel’s Farm, the police kept us in custody for questioning, and to basically read us the riot act. Fortunately though the god’s were smiling down on us as the police let us go without a charge. Just a very stern warning of not to do it again. We were at the station for approximately four to five hours which is staggering to think considering they let us go without a charge! We arrived at the front door of the flat, I put my key in the door and entered the flat with Sian. I was right, Tom wasn’t home. We were still silent, the silence was quickly broken by Sian’s phone ringing. It was Tom!
She answered. “Hi babe! How are you? She looked at me with a pair of raised eyebrows.
I puffed out my cheeks and let out a huge sigh. Our simultaneous reactions were the end product of nothing more than sheer guilt over what we had done.
“Y-yeah I’m ok ya, just been out into town today, thought we could pick up a Chinese later, I don’t feel like cooking.” She continued nervously. “Oh ok, you’ll be back at about seven then…ok see you then…love you!” Sian sighed heavily as she hung up the call with Tom. “He’s just got to the gym, he’ll be about an hour or so.” Sian put her phone face down on the kitchen counter.
“I can’t believe we got away with that!” I said, feeling mightily relieved. “I wouldn’t recommend all this sneaking about to anyone.” I joked, somehow I don’t think Sian saw the funny side to my supposed humour.
“That was too risky!” She said sternly, “Someone could of seen us, we have to be more careful next time.” Sian’s use of the word ‘next time’ took a while to register with me.
“Yeah, look you’re right, although the police scolded us thank fuck it wasn’t someone we in…next time?” There it was, the phrase finally triggered a reaction. “Sian did you just say next time??” It sounded to good to be true, but always best to just come out and ask I always say.
Sian was leaned up against the kitchen counter, arms folded. She gave me a flirtatious stare with her head titled in both a cute and sexy way. “Yeah…next time! So long as we’re both careful.” She stated, and she was quite right, we had gotten very lucky with just a warning from the police.
“There is nothing I want more than to carry this on, you know how I feel about you!” I began to pour my heart out to her again, I just didn’t want to say the L-word and potentially scare her off. “Have you thought at all about Tom, and what we’re gonna tell him?” A rare moment of sensibility from me just then, and not thinking about my dick for a change.
“I’ve thought about it, but before we do, we might need to come up with a plan. Somewhere to live for a start, then there’s the baby to consider. Tom doesn’t even know that I’m pregnant.” Sian was listing all of the obstacles we were potentially faced with. We had to tell Tom, one way or another he had to know.
“I need to hear you say it though Sian, I need to hear that it’s me you want and not him!” There I was bearing my soul again.
“Trust me!” Sian said, “You’re who I want to be with, it’s just complicated, we need to figure out what to do.” We both surprised ourselves with how sensible we were being about the situation despite only thirty minutes previous we were dismissed from the police station for our antics. There was a brief pause in and amongst the room, we both tried to avoid making eye contact for the sake of some childish giggling between the pair of us. We really were like a couple of randy teenagers, every time our eyes met we smirked at each other with devilish smiles. Like we were up to no good!
“It was kind of a bit of a turn on earlier wasn’t it?” I asked, it was an open ended question that I was leading towards an obvious answer.
“Fucking hell yes!” Exclaimed Sian. “It’s just so good with you! You really know how to rev my engine so to speak!” I appreciated the little engine pun she’d casually thrown in there.
“I don’t want this to end Sian.” I begged, “I love the thrill of being with you, not to mention the glove sex. Until a few months ago I’d carried that glove fetish secret with me since I was a small child. I can’t tell you how good it feels to have found someone who understands and doesn’t judge me.”
“You don’t have to feel ashamed anymore.” Sian said reassuringly. “It both makes us happy, and as human beings that is the very least we deserve. To be comfortable in our own skin and be who we want to be.” Those were beautiful words by Sian, they almost brought a little tear to my eye. All my life I’d just wanted to find someone who wasn’t creeped out or ashamed of my little fetish. “Besides!” She continued, “We’ve still got at least an hour until Tom is home, and my hands are just simply itching to slip inside some rubber gloves!”
Bang…that was the sound of my erect cock springing to attention at Sian’s little announcement. Hitting the belt buckle in my trousers as it tried to break free. My throbbing erect member moved so quickly it was as if it had a mind of it’s own that just couldn’t wait to be let out of it’s cage and into the rubbery gloved hands of my marigold queen. My heart rate accelerated at twice the speed, my breathing became louder and heavier. I was supremely aroused, we both just stared at each other. It wasn’t long until we both raced from our positions and collided with one another engaging in an erotic passionate embrace. We kissed each other, face, lips, neck, our hands caressed our bodies as they searched for the quickest and easiest ways to tear off and dispose of our clothes. In a matter of seconds we were both stripped bare, Sian jumped up into my arms wrapping her gorgeous smooth legs around waist. I slammed her up against the living room wall with such force that a framed photo of her and Tom was sent crashing to the floor with a crunch, as the glass within the frame cracked into several pieces. We barely even noticed as our lips continued to connect wildly, often I would crack up the intensity by kissing, even biting her neck and shoulders. Sian’s busy hands travelled all over my upper body, she would dig her sharp manicured nails into my skin. It was painful yet an immense turn-on! As I pressed her up against the wall Sian could feel my protruding eager phallus as I dry humped her, the tip of my meat was expelling it’s pre-cum juices. This was often a very good sign it was ready for it’s insertion. I purposefully brushed my pork sword around her shaven pussy, teasing her to the point I could almost feel her labia snapping away at my penis, trying to swallow and consume it like a ravenous sea creature. She giggled sexily as the brushing of my fiery red hot tip tickled Sian on her erogenous zone.
Sian unwrapped her legs from around me and broke away from the kissing and the neck biting, “Let’s take this to the bedroom!” She requested. “Go to your room and I’ll be there in a sec, I just need to fetch something.”
“Ok!” I responded, with an excitable tone to my voice. We had been here once before already about two months previous, so I had a fair idea as to what was coming. I slinked off to my room, I looked back at Sian as she headed skittishly towards hers and Tom’s room. I flung open my bedroom door and jumped excitedly onto the bed casually and patiently waited for what fun and games Sian had in store for me.

About a minute later Sian came bursting into the room, a big grin on her face. She came swanning into the room with her sexy, naked, tanned body on show. She had a gorgeous figure and she was proud and confident to show it off. I simply drooled at her sexiness, just the sheer confidence of the girl alone was a huge turn on. Upon her return Sian was carrying a small black leather chest, that had a lock and key combination, there was something quite familiar about this stylish leather case she had brought along. ‘But just where had I seen it before?’ I thought to myself. She dropped at the foot of my bed, I just payed casually on my bed awaiting whatever sordid sexual acts were coming my way. In excited anticipation I was still fully erect, Sian stared down at me lying there naked in my usual horizontal position, which had become customary for most of our kinky fun and games.
“What’s in the box Sian?” I asked.
She remained silent, she acknowledged my question but felt she didn’t need to answer me, she believed in this particular moment that actions spoke louder than words. With a twist of the key Sian unlocked the leathery case and frantically threw open the lid. She smiled wickedly at the contents, her nipples grew larger and became erect signifying her arousal, her breathing was heavier and her eyes were bulging from their sockets. I arched myself up to get a better glimpse of this ‘magic box’, I was sat up, I moved closer to the case. My huge throbbing cock getting stiffer in the anticipated excitement! The mystery of what resided in the case was finally revealed as I mirrored Sian with a wide eyed expression. In the box was a large collection of all different types of household rubber gloves! All colours and sizes, different brands, there was even a pair with a feathery trim. This was a treasure chest, but instead of solid gold, it was filled with every rubber glove fetishists dream.
“Sweet Jesus!” I exclaimed.”All those gloves Sian!”
“This is my play-box!” She quipped, she reached inside and rummaged around, trying to select a pair that she would use. “Pick a pair, slip them on and let’s fuck in our rubber gloves before Tom gets home!” Ordering me to ‘select my weapons of choice’. Sian continued to rummage, she eventually came across the pair of gloves that she’d wanted, and as it happens it was a pair I’d been craving for too! She plucked from the box a pair of very sexy pink casabella water-stop washing up gloves. She held them up to my face close enough for me to get a whiff of the expensive rubbery gauntlets. The smell of the casabella gloves made me weak, so much so I could barely hold myself up, and I was only kneeling on the bed. My aching red hot phallus was dancing upwards, as if it was trying to speak, begging to feel the delicate touch of Sian’s pink rubber gloves. She knew I’d always lusted after her in her casabellas! She had used them for the dishes before, and I was just itching to finally see her in these heavenly rubbers. “You’re turn!” She ordered, “Pick whatever pair you like!”
I gazed into the boxed of sumptuous looking gloves, but one pair in particular caught my eye. It was the green pair of bathroom marigolds that I originally used during mine and Sian’s first gloved encounter two months ago. I thought I hadn’t seen them for a while, in fact I seemed to remember that I had stashed them in my room after we nearly got rumbled by Tom. The naughty minx must have snuck in one day and taken them back, they were nice and clean and almost looked brand new.
“Ah, my favourite bathroom marigolds, I like these ones!” I said gleaming with excitement.
“It’s the extra long cuffs on the particular gloves that are such a turn on.” Sian gave a detailed description of her love for these gloves, “Just the feeling of having the extra rubber further up your arms.”
We were both extremely aroused at this present time. My love truncheon was protruding with such excitement, it was bouncing around as if it had a mind of its own, like it knew what was coming. Sian shut the lid of her box and placed it on the floor almost underneath my bed, I watched her as her slender, tanned naked body looked simply incredible with each and every movement. I stood up from my knelt position on the bed, I stood up opposite her looked directly in her eyes. We both had looks of pure arousal in our faces, I couldn’t quite pull my eyes away from her lovely perky tits. Her nipples were so hard and erect. Sian had noticed that I was drawn to her delicious looking pert breasts with her juicy nipples, I just wanted them in and around my mouth, sucking on them.
“The feel of the rubber always gets my nipples hard, and gives me such a gaping wide-on!” Sian declared.
“I want you so much right now Sian!” I begged, my heart rate had cranked up a notch. It increased even more so as right at that moment Sian began to slide on her pink casabella rubber gloves.
“I know you do!” She teased, she pulled down of the cuffs, but not too hard as she didn’t want to risk tearing her favourite pair of gloves. She wriggled her fingers as the gloves slid tightly onto her perfect hands. “Well go on…” she looked at me as I was just stood there with my jaw practically hitting the flat in fascination at this gorgeous marigold queen. “What are you waiting for? Time to glove up and have some fun boy!” She ordered me.
I wasted no time at all as her stern orders brought me out of my temporary stunned state. I pulled on my green bathroom rubber marigolds, as they slipped onto my masculine hands I brought them up to my face to catch a whiff of the sexy rubbery material. The smell of the gloves was a major turn on for me, I felt my knees gently buckle briefly under my weight as the smell and taste of the gloves had paralysed me with excitement. I let out a small moan which displayed my pleasure of wearing the marigolds. I was grinning like a Cheshire Cat at this point, Sian had clearly enjoyed the sight of me ‘gloving up’ so much so that she had started to rub her clitoris with her gloved hands. This in turn caused her toes to curl as the orgasmic feeling ripped through her body. Both of our breathing had become heavier as a result of the initial ‘gloving up’ stage. We were both excitedly primed and surely now ready to turn our attentions to each other.
Both Sian and I collided in a heat of erotic passion, our gloved hands met briefly as we explored how amazing it felt to both be wearing tight rubber gloves. Our hands then quickly turned their attention to each other’s naked bodies. As we passionately kissed each other’s face, neck, shoulders our wandering rubbers explored every inch of our upper bodies. The textured palm and finger tips of our rubber gloves aided the pleasure as it provided a light tickling which caused a lot of giggling from Sian I must say.
“Tickle me!” She said, “I love to be tickled with rubber gloves, tickle me all over!” Sian hadn’t wasted anytime in telling me what she wanted from this gloved foreplay we had begun. I threw her onto the bed and she obligingly laid down across the bed with her feet and legs dangling off the end. She threw open her legs which allowed me to position myself in between her legs. She held her pink rubbery hands up exposing her under arms, a part of the body I know she is fairly ticklish. There wasn’t much of her body that wasn’t extremely ticklish. “I want to feel your sexy marigolds tickling my naked flesh!”
I pulled on the cuff of my right glove, it made ‘that snap sound’, Sian let out a little excited noise to show her appreciation. I wriggled my fingers inside my green marigolds. “It’s tickle time Siany!” I teased. My rubber gloves made contact with the inside of her upper thighs as I began to tickle her vigorously, Sian was thrashing about, she began to wail as I tortured her with my rubber instruments. I moved slowly down from her thighs to the lower part of her legs and then moved the tickling even further down to her ankles. Sian’s eyes bulged and beamed straight back at me. I was fixated on my tickling of her, she continued to thrash about but not in a way that made it difficult for me to do so. Although it was patently obvious Sian was ticklish, she also made it very clear that it was an activity that got her extremely turned-on. I concentrated on her lower legs and ankles for a bit longer as I didn’t want to rush onto one of my favourite parts of her goddess-esque body…her feet!
Sian lifted her legs up in the air as she lay flat on the bed, my body frame towering over her as I stood proud, tall and powerful. As she lifted her legs I grabbed her ankles, gripping firmly with my rubber gloves. Sian screamed, “No no no, noooooo!” Her cries of mercy for her impending foot torture sent a rush of blood straight to my cock. My hard-on was a throbbing, stiff, purple weapon that I was just craving to unleash!
With gritted teeth and feeling severely aroused I went to town on Sian’s sexy bare feet. My marigold clad hands violently tortured her wrinkled soles as she shrieked and squealed begging me for mercy on her dainty little feet. Her toes wriggled deliciously, I licked my lips as I hungered to slip them in my mouth and suck on them whilst my rubbery digits tortured Sian’s naked body. I placed my salivating lips around the big toe on her left foot and sucked and slithered my tongue against it. It tasted slightly sweaty, but it was a pleasant odour that I enjoyed when it came to feet and toes, especially Sian’s. As I enjoyed the feel of her toes in my mouth I could taste the gel polish on her pedicure, I was mindful I was not chipping or spoiling it in anyway. I casually let her toes wriggle free from my mouth, my busy hands still tortured poor Sian, she was visibly exhausted by all of the tickling. She dropped her legs down and with all her strength, Sian found a second wind and was able to overpower me with a little tickling of her own. She wrestled me down to the bed as she pulled herself up to gain the dominant stance. I say ‘overpowered’, I very obligingly let her take control. She pinned me down on the bed, she tickled my rib cage, under my arms and on my legs with her rubber pink casabellas. Each time her rubbery tickle claws moved closer and closer to my huge throbbing purple chopper! I subtly thrusted my waist towards the movement of Sian’s rubber gloves, she viciously grabbed my swelling bulbous shaft and stared dead into my eyes.
“You’ve been a very naughty boy, and you must be severely punished!”
I gasped, and I nodded pathetically acknowledging this sort of role play we were doing, with the nod was the green light Sian was waiting for to start the ‘punishment’. With a tight and firm grip of my shaft Sian began pumping away at my pulsating tool with violent hand jerk movements. Her strokes were so violent, the friction from her pink rubber gloves caused a great deal of heat on my phallus, it took my breath away. Sian was pumping away frantically, her hand and arm movements were so fast you’d think she was trying to fire up a petrol powered chainsaw!
“Arghhh fuck yes Sian!” I cried. The act was both pleasurable and painful, which was a strange combination when it came to foreplay.
“You are such a naughty boy! We simply must milk that big cock of yours!”
Sian’s words just gave me such tingles in the tip of my cock. It felt like small little tiny needles just teasing the very tip. I could tell very early on that Sian’s glove-wanking technique was not going to allow me to last very long. I could feel myself coming! I protested!
“Stop!” I shouted, “Let me cum inside you?” I asked.
Sian stopped immediately thinking initially something was wrong or I was in pain because she was jerking me so vigorously. “Cum in my arsehole!!” She barked.
“WHAT!?” I exclaimed.
“My arse, stick it in my arse, do my in the bum, slide that thing up my shitter and fuck me like a dirty dog! Stick a finger in my arse!” These insistent requests was a sure fire way to let me know that Sian was primed and very sexually excited right now.
I looked slightly bewildered to begin with, “You want me to stick a finger in you arse?” I asked, just to be certain I heard her right.
“Yeah do!” She ordered me, “It’s ok, we’re wearing rubber gloves, it will tickle!”
‘Wow’ I thought, just what kind of warped reality was this, were we really doing this. I loved this girl, as far as I was concerned she could have asked me anything sex-wise and I probably would have done it. Thinking fast I leaned over Sian on all fours and reached over to my bedside drawer, upon opening the draw I fished out a jar of half emptied hand cream. I unscrewed the lid and plunged a gloved fist into the jar, smothering my rubber gloves in cold slippery lotion.
“Is that jar for all the times you’ve wanked thinking about me?” Sian asked cheekily.
“You have no idea babe!” I replied, of course I had not thought about much else in the last two months. “Get on all fours!” I ordered Sian, this time I was calling the shots. She didn’t hesitate, she positioned herself in the middle of the bed with her head nearest to my pillow. “This might be cold at first!” I warned. But without further warning, I clenched my rubbery gloved fist and rammed it hard and fast directly into Sian’s tight little bumhole.
“Oh, fuck fuck fuck fuck, what the hell!!!” She wailed and shrieked. She plunged her head into my pillow with such force, she screamed into my pillow. At first I was curious whether it was screams of pain or pleasure. It was pleasure no doubt. I gently pulled my clenched rubber fist slowly backwards and forwards inside Sian’s arse, I was first fucking her sphincter! Her toes curled so much it looked like her toes would snap. My free hand that wasn’t doing much I had suddenly elected to lightly stroke and tickle her nipples. Sian was howling into my pillow, it was quite a disturbing noise at first but I firmly believed she would have put a stop to this if she didn’t want this.
I continued to fist Sian in the arse for a further two to three minutes, which seemed like the quickest minutes of my life. She lifted her head off my pillow and bellowed at me, announcing she was going to cum furiously! “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum so fucking hard right now!” With that Sian came. Boy did she cum, I had never seen a woman cum like this before, only in porn movies. She was so sexually primed that when she came from my rubber gloved fisting of her anus she squirted her pussy juices all over my bed. It was a full on sex piss! She erupted her pussy juices and creams all over my white sheets, staining them horrifically. The sight of her enormous ejaculation had caused me to shoot my load also. I shot my creamy load all over the soles of her feet as they were the closest things I could aim for, plus I’d always wanted to cum on her feet. I jumped off the bed, physically exhausted by our antics. We had certainly cranked things up a notch today.
Sian who was equally worn out from the escapade summoned one final but of strength from her frail milked gorgeous body, she climbed off my soaked and cum stained bed to help herself up. As Sian stood up, her standing leg gave out from underneath her, she slipped on the laminate surface of my bedroom floor. The ejaculate I had splurged on the soles of her feet caused her to slip. As she fell, tragedy struck as she cracked her skull on my bedside cabinet. It was an almighty thud, the sounds were sickening. She hit the deck of my bedroom floor and in my panic I screamed out in shock at this horrific accident.
“Sian!” I rushed over to her lying motionless on the floor. I saw blood pouring from her skull. “Fuck, Sian, wake up please, please wake up Sian!” Tears were streaming down my face as panic had consumed my body. It was at a moment like this I wasn’t sure what to do, the logical thing to do would be to call an ambulance. I tried to call out to her again to get a reaction. “Sian wake up, can you hear me Sian!” I bolted up, I needed my phone! I turned to rush out of the door back up into the living room to get my phone and call an ambulance. But something stopped me in my tracks, I was frozen to the spot, stuck in my room, I couldn’t get back out into the front room…but why? As I had turned round at that moment, Tom was standing in the doorframe to my bedroom. Tears were streaming down his face, I had absolutely no idea how long he had been standing there, not that it mattered. He raised a hand with a pointed finger directly at me and then at Sian’s helpless motionless body on my bedroom floor. No forgetting also that we were both clad in rubber household gloves.
“What have you done to my Sian?” He cried.
I rushed over to Tom, still in my marigolds of course, “Tom, it was an accident, she needs an ambulance, you need to call an amb…” I never got to finish the sentence, as I walked over to Tom he lashed out in anger and frustration at what he had witness for however long he was stood in my doorway. He took a hammer that was resting on the chest of drawers just right after the entrance to my bedroom which I had used to put some shelves and pictures up. He took the hammer and swung it at me. I felt the blow to my head and the cracking of my skull. It knocked me backwards as I tumbled towards the floor. Before I even got a chance to hit the floor, the pain and shock of the blow caused me to blackout. That was the last thing I remembered.

I woke up in a pure white room, along and wearing what looked like a white surgical gown, I was on a surgical table. Naturally my initial reaction was one of confusion with absolutely no memory of how I had even gotten here. The was one door that led out of the room, I went through that door, out of the door led me down a bright white narrow corridor. At the end of the corridor was an escalator going up, like in a supermarket. It was supremely strange, as it was only the escalator going up, there wasn’t one for coming down. ‘How bizarre!’ I thought to myself. I approached the escalator and began my ascent. I couldn’t see the top of the escalator, it was massive, it just kept going and going and going. As it carried me higher and higher, I noticed the room was getting whiter and brighter, so much so that I had to squint momentarily as the light was so intense.
I heard a voice! I turned and looked back down the steps of the escalator that was continuing to slowly carry me higher. The faint voice I heard, I didn’t recognise, but it could just make out this mystery voice calling, “We’re losing him!” ‘Who was that I wondered?’ I then heard a bleeping which sounded almost identical to a life support machine. The bleeping gradually got louder and louder, I was looking around trying to make sense of where these retched sounds were coming from! Where the fuck was I and where was this escalator taking me? The loud bleeping suddenly went from frequent sounds to one long high pitched tone. Sounding vaguely like a “flat line” noise. The noise was incredibly unnerving, it continued for about thirty seconds getting louder and louder, it got so loud towards the end I had to put my fingers to my ears. The loud tone suddenly stopped and there was a bright flash of white light that illuminated my surroundings. Suddenly the escalator levelled, I had reached the top. As the electric staircase levelled out I passed through a bright sheet of white light, as I passed through I heard another voice which I failed to recognise.
“We’ve lost him! Sorry everyone, we did all we could.”

I climbed off the escalator once I had reached the top. I came to a large set of golden looking gates. The atmosphere was very smokey, or had a haze of dry ice about it. I cautiously approached the gates, still bewildered by this strange place that I had found myself in. A lady dressed in what seemed like a latex nurse’s uniform approached me with a clipboard, she had a surgical mask covering her mouth. She looked a little familiar at first contact.
“Hello?” I asked confused, “Do you mind telling me where I am, I have no idea how I got here or who brought me here?”
The latex clad nurse removed her surgical mask. I was simply stunned by what I saw upon the reveal of her face. It was Sian! Dressed as a rubber fetish nurse.
“Sian!?” I cried, “What are you doing here where am I?”
She looked back at me confused, she didn’t register with the name I had called her by at all.
“I’m sorry sir, you must be mistaken, I have no idea who you are referring to, my name is not Sian.” The nurse replied.
My reaction was a further picture of confusion, it WAS Sian, or unless it was someone who closely resembled Sian. She put her clipboard down on a small bright white table she was stood next too.
“What? No! Sian, what’s going on, what’s all this about, it’s me!”
After placing her clipboard down, the rubber latex nurse doppelgänger reached for the front pocket of her sexy rubber uniform and pulled out a pair of elbow length bright green rubber gloves, she slinked them onto her arms pulling them all the way up to her elbows snapping them on several times as they struggled onto her long slender beautiful arms. “My name is Nurse Marigold, I am one of the senior pleasure angels here at the clinic, we’ve been expecting you. You are late, you need to come with me, we need to examine you thoroughly.” She explained. The fetish nurse held out her rubbery clad right arm ushering me towards the big golden smokey gates to the ‘clinic’ as she had called it. “We welcome you sincerely to our clinic! We plan to look after you for the rest of eternity. You will be quite safe with us.”
With those comforting words it suddenly dawned on me as I stood there gazing at this beautiful, gorgeous rubber dressed nurse who closely resembled Sian; my phallus bulging through my gown, I realised that this place…this was my heaven.
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I hope most of you household glove lovers found the time to read my five parter. I have spent a lot of time on it recently and I’m quite pleased for a first story attempt. If anyone has any preference for future stories please send me your requests. They can be as filthy as you want!
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That was brilliant mate, just keep writing, we’ll all read it for sure, this is brilliant fantasy escapism and I love it. Well done imo this excellent stuff👍
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