And I’m proving it by moving DANNY 2:3s publication date to April - sorry…
Max is at it again. Attacking great institutions like Xmas and mocking them. Join in here….
Yes, I am giving away 1300 PAPER COPIES of REAL BONA FIDE BOOKS. Shocking, I know, in a world of e-books, but there you have it - I’m a luddite. If you want ‘em, come and get ‘em…
Like losing your virginity, the day you discover you’re as common as dirt tells you how hot you really are……..
Here’s a chance for all you DANNY afficionados stuck in your ivory towers to get out more by reading on-line instead of old-fashioned print books. Losers…
See some of the rejected DANNY covers. Beware penises……..
Yep, new Chancery Stone gems for you to purchase for mere pennies. Don’t say Max isn’t good to you………..
Finally letting the blog go. My apologies to anyone who has been following DANNY. Get any links you need here to finish it.
John scrambled off the bed and knelt on his chest, pulling his head round by the hair, and hissed, “That’s it, wake the whole fucking house, then we can be rolling around the floor naked, at one in the morning, with plenty of explanations, and every one a winner.” He pressed down sharply with his knee. Danny winced, gasping for air, then lay quiet, exhausted of everything.
He came immediately, his knees buckling as his penis jerked under his hand. He arched his body out, trying to shoot it as far as possible. He saw it splat against the window like thick white phlegm. He moaned in ecstasy at his own marvellousness as he pulled his orgasm out harder, making it last, milking himself dry.


