
We’ve all been to that bend in the river, haven’t we? Where the woodbine twineth — among other thangs.
In case you’ve forgotten what a thang looks like, our master artist Josman draws a whole slew of tumescent ones for the R.J. Marsh story The Way Things Are, which you’ll find in the Inner Circle.
A potent, hardon-making tale, it is also beautifully written — something we’ve come to expect from this author. For the way things are is that nobody in this story is gay. Nobody at all. All the guys tell us that several times. And yet…
And yet each one of them finds their way to that bend in the river. (read the full article)
Here at Nightcharm, USA 
Call him Buck. It rhymes with … oh so many interesting words to choose from:
You never know whom you’re going to see at the dirty book store.



Forget about the self-help tapes for those long drives to Grandmother’s house. After two-hours of cruise control on an Interstate, everybody gets horny. Here’s the perfect help-yourself solution:
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