A dream of women twain.


I was in a outhh hostel or some such. Gift was there but I was trying to sneak down the corridor to lie with Carolina the pharmacologist. I have been thinking of the latter lately and her body. But then somehow she was transmogrified into Urals. I had been thiking how to juddle the twain and not be caught out.

I awoke rock hard. My mind turned to the one from schwandorf.


About Calers

Born Belfast 1971. I read history at Edinburgh. I did a Master's at UCL. I have semi-libertarian right wing opinions. I am married with a daughter and a son. I am allergic to cats. I am the falling hope of the not so stern and somewhat bending Tories. I am a legal beagle rather than and eagle. Big up the Commonwealth of Nations.

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