On the west side of Downshire is Eastchapel. a quiet medieval village living in the shadow of its noisy neighbour, the Industrial powerhouse of Northchapel and its where 6ft 4-inch Harrison Offord lived.
He was 31 years old, a strong and gentle man, ruggedly
handsome, and had been a masseur for 7 years and for 5 of those years he had
been giving more than massage to his predominantly female clientele and was
able to indulge in a bit of nookie on the side until he was only massaging
clients, he knew he would be able to fuck. when the mood took him.
But it became too easy and even his favourite fucks
began to lose their appeal because there was something missing, love.
Harrison was married when he was twenty and bitterly
divorced when he was twenty-three and after that point in his life all of his
relationships were based purely on sex, and he never had a single thought about
love.
All that changed however when he first laid eyes on
Bella Greene, and he fell in love with her on the spot.
She was not one of his clients or one of his
conquests, she was just a girl five years his junior and for her he gladly gave
up his favourite fucks on the massage table and changed over to a predominantly
male clientele, all for his heart’s desire, Bella.
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