Heat And Lust

Being a pornographer is not always easy when your carefully chosen house boy keeps on distracting you with his oversized manhood. There I am, Jean-Marc Prouveur, sitting on my couch in my lovely home in France receiving postcards from my favourite porn stars trying to imagine through their lurid tales the sexual cavorting they get up to as far as Spain, Poland, England and other exotic place while this pest of a house boy, Damian, plonks himself in front of me and begins to beat his humongous tool rather than tend to the garden. Pornographers get angry like everyone else, and so do I. But I have to admit that, as i read the postcard from my lover Henry Fleishmann and his wicked tale of seduction with a handsome electrician, it is of Damian I think. I have sent him away; you and I have to find out what he's up to.