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Short conversations about the regulars of the finest pub in south of the river, Aesops Playground, featuring erotic stories told by my dear friend Martha.

It is easy to propose impossible remedies

Cat was alone, gently she rocked on the studded leather pouf to a tune only she could hear. I expect if I were sitting next to her I would have be able to hear her hum but from across the room.

The gods help them who help themselves

“Well, are you going to tell us about it?” “You know, what happens on girls’ night stays on girls’ night.” “Thornton has already told us what happened so it is only fair to hear your version of the story."

You may share the labours of the great...

Something is rotten in the state of Aesop’s Playground. There is trouble amongst the Young Venatrix.

Do Not Trust Flatterers

I was the first of our threesome to settle at our regular table in the Playground. As I sat sipping my pint I wondered if I should be worried that I am always the first.

Prepare for days of necessity

“You know Anthony and Jiminy go to the same gym?” The two of them were sitting back to back at adjacent tables giving us a profile view of each of them.

Precious things are for those who prize them

Cat sat alone again, I thought of the time she had undressed for me in my mind. I loved the way she was so open to my imaginings, somehow so much more open than anyone else. Well, at the moment anyway.

Try before you trust

Sally and Barak try something a little different in their sex life.

Better Beans and Bacon in Peace

I noticed, when I sauntered into the Playground in the casual, debonair manner I like to effect, that Edie and Ant were sitting in the small booth hidden behind the door.

 
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