July 2012
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‘Hurt me,’ she begged, raising her skirt as she bent over my workbench. ‘Very well,’ I replied, ‘You’ve got fat ankles and no dress sense.’
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I stared longingly through the shed window & adjusted my trousers. The sight of her dewy, slightly unkempt lawn had awoken my inner gardener…
June 2012
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“She told me it turned her on to have her movements restricted when she made love. I looked around - I’d have to get a smaller shed.”
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“I emptied the small water butt for the fifteenth time that day and collapsed, exhausted into my shed. I like big butts and I cannot lie.”
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“We stood on the golden Caribbean beach. She shed her clothes. I shed my inhibitions. At that moment I knew it would always be about sheds.”
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“My body writhed and quivered from the pain. I had learned my first lesson. Never again would I leave an upturned plug on the shed floor.”
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“‘This is a contract between you and me,’ she said cooly. I signed shakily. This was it; in twelve easy monthly payments the shed was mine.”
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“She knelt before me on the shed floor and tugged gently, then harder, until finally it came. I moaned with pleasure. Now for the other boot…”
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“I lay back exhausted, gazing happily out of the shed window. Despite my concerns about my inexperience, my rhubarb had come up a treat.”
