CopyCat Cafe: Heart To Heart

The following day, after having a heart to heart with Sonya about her marriage issues, mostly brought on by her own family’s inability to keep marriages together but also helped by the bullshit I had brought to work by the name of Simon, Sonya looked and seemed much better. “How did your dinner go last... Continue Reading →


Just Fingers

I feel your breath on my cheek Your finger tips begin to sneak Over my skin and toward my chest From erect nipples to cupped breast Your soft lips gently press against mine Warm passionate kisses oh so fine Nipples at attention, they want your touch Deepening kisses, I want you so much Kiss me... Continue Reading →

CopyCat Cafe: Helping Sonya

Of course I made Tom breakfast, tomato, bacon, cheese, onion and eggs on several slices of toast, it wasn’t exactly a menu item but Tom wasn’t exactly a regular customer either and I was hungry too. Not that it worried him much but his breakfast also came with a side order of cheek from Sonya.... Continue Reading →

CopyCat Cafe: K.I.S.S.I.N.G.

Tom and I spent a little bit more time in the shower than I usually would at that time of the morning but like I said I wasn’t really worried about being late at that point in time. As we kissed and canoodled for a few minutes underneath the warm running water I continually splashed... Continue Reading →

Hey Mr. Fruitman

You sell me apples every week Legs turn to jelly when we speak Your husky voice does drive me wild Heart skips a beat each time you’ve smiled 🍏🍎🍏🍎 Need some help to get a peach I ask you, to watch you reach Biceps flex and gently curve Watch you work, I love to observe... Continue Reading →

CopyCat Cafe: Late For Work

You know there is one risk with Tom staying over when he doesn’t have to work the following day..apart from me using terms like “staying over” and sounding like a teenager! That problem is that after waking up next to him I run the risk of being late for work. The morning following Tom visit... Continue Reading →

CopyCat Cafe: Enter Bill

The following evening when I got home from work there was a hand delivered letter sitting on the back step, held down with a rock. Immediately I knew who the letter was from, I didn’t even need to see the hand writing. You guessed it, it was from Simon. It actually looked like the letter... Continue Reading →

CopyCat Cafe: Tom Calling

"Tom, come past our place. Kat is sitting here pining for you and your manhood.” Sonya called into my cell phone that was sitting on the coffee table on speaker. Sadly Sonya wasn’t drunk and she was already acting silly like that. We hadn’t long finished dinner when Tom rang and because of the silliness... Continue Reading →

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