AVATAR Mutant John doesn’t smile much, but when he opens the door of his ground floor flat and sees me he beams so widely and toothily that he looks like someone else. I slip off my sunglasses, stow them in my bag, then look up at him. As we stand there it feels as if we are two shy people meeting on a first date. He goes to say something, shakes his great shaggy head, then smiles some more. Then he opens his arms. I cros...

MARY-JANE Mutant John’s ground floor flat is part of a fifties-era construction that includes five others built to last by the council in the days when councils did things like that. It has a tiny conservatory that opens onto a small, paved garden, one end of which is occupied by a lean-to wooden greenhouse of indeterminate heritage that backs onto the garden wall. The tomato plants nearest the flat don’t quite mask the m...

Treasure Cunt Mutant John is naked. He has lost weight, and is more toned. I seek a scar on his chest, but the surgery on his heart was via keyhole, so there is nothing beneath the grey-black mat of hair across his broad chest. His cock, however, does sport recent injury. It is softer now but not inert. The reduced erection means that where there were many individual marks on the shaft, now there is merely a general redne...

Streams of Pleasure He doesn’t say when he’s going to do it. Instead, he lubes up and fucks me again. Continuing the theme of life going on as if I’m not being intimately penetrated, I smoke and get higher. Mutant John truly is a master with the stuff, because at no point do I feel overwhelmed by it. I ask if I can check my makeup in the mirror over the sink, and he gently moves me sideways as he continues to shaft me. I...

Schrödinger's Twat We stand in the garden. I have got through half the bourbon, and I am smoking the rest of the third joint. My underneath is cool and still damp from its extreme treatment, followed by a soothing immersion in the bidet. From time to time, Mutant John will lift my skirt to accelerate the drying process. He will invariably touch me ‘by accident.’ Neither of us will mention this. Instead, we discuss literat...