This short story is a serious fantasy of mine, which I hope will come true one day. I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think of it.
Disclaimer: this short story is written by ChatGPT, not by me. If you don't like that, please search for another story.
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Paul: "Dom35":
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Paul’s thumb hovered uncertainly over his phone screen, the soft blue glow lighting up the dark room around him. His apartment was quiet except for the distant hum of city traffic and the faint sound of music from a neighbor’s window.
He’d been scrolling Grindr for nearly twenty minutes now, swiping past familiar faces and predictable messages—“Hey,” “What’s up?” “Looking for fun?”—none of it sparking the tiniest flicker of excitement. His sex life had become a monotonous cycle of quick meetups, vanilla hookups, and polite but passionless texts afterward. He wasn’t unhappy exactly, but something had been missing.
And tonight, he wanted to find it.
That’s when he saw the profile.
“Dom35”
A simple avatar, just a silhouette against a dark background, but the bio was clear and direct: “Looking for a submissive boy. Into control, praise, and safe, sane play. Bi and dominant.”
Paul’s heart jumped. He’d toyed with the idea of BDSM—power exchange, restraint, surrender—but it had always lived in the realm of fantasy or whispered online conversations, never in real life. Was tonight the night he crossed that line?
His thumb hovered over the “message” button, hesitating. What if it was a mistake? What if he wasn’t ready? What if… what if it was everything he thought it would be and more?
With a deep breath, he typed, “Hey. What kind of play are you into?”
Almost instantly, the reply popped up: “I like control. Restraints, commands, some impact play. I want to own the night. You comfortable with that?”
Paul’s pulse quickened. “I think so. Never tried before.”
“Perfect. I like teaching. Respect, care, and trust are everything. If you’re not ready, say no now.”
Paul stared at the message for a moment, then typed simply: “I’m coming.”
*****
Nearly an hour later, Paul found himself standing outside a sleek, modern apartment building in a quiet part of town. The cool night air brushed over his bare arms as he took a deep breath and tried to steady the nervous flutter in his stomach.
Was he really doing this?
His phone buzzed in his pocket—a message from Dom35:
“Door’s unlocked. Come up. I’m waiting.”
Paul swallowed hard and pushed the door open. The elevator ride felt interminable, every ding of a floor a countdown to whatever was waiting for him.
When he stepped off and walked down the hall, his heartbeat thundered loud enough to drown out the soft music drifting from behind one of the doors.
At the apartment labeled “35,” he knocked softly.
The door swung open before he could knock again.
Dom35 stood there, taller and broader than Paul had imagined, dark hair tousled casually, a thick beard framing a strong jawline. His eyes, dark and intense, flicked over Paul with calm command that made the younger man’s breath hitch.
“Paul?” Dom35’s voice was low and steady.
“Yeah,” Paul answered, suddenly feeling small and exposed.
“Come in.”
Inside, the apartment was dimly lit with candles and warm lamps casting soft shadows. The faint scent of leather and something musky filled the air.
Dom35 closed the door with a firm click behind him, then stepped close, his gaze never leaving Paul’s face.
“First time?” Dom35 asked, voice gentle but edged with authority.
Paul nodded. “Yeah.”
“That’s fine. Everyone starts somewhere.”
They stood in silence for a moment, the weight of what was about to happen hanging between them.
Dom35 reached out, brushing a thumb over Paul’s cheek. Paul’s heart pounded harder as Dom35’s hand slid down to his neck, then to his shoulder, a steadying presence.
“Tonight is about trust. You’re safe with me. Just listen, obey, and feel.”
Paul’s breath caught. He’d never felt this mix of fear and excitement before—an ache that spread from the pit of his stomach outward, igniting every nerve ending.
Dom35’s voice dropped. “Take your shirt off, slowly.”
Paul’s hands trembled as he peeled his shirt over his head, the candlelight catching the pale curls on his chest and the faint sheen of sweat already breaking out on his skin.
A slow smile curled on Dom35’s lips. “Good boy.”
His hand brushed lightly against Paul’s chest, fingers warm and firm, sending a thrill of heat that pooled low in Paul’s belly.
Dom35’s eyes darkened as he took a step closer. “From now on, you belong to me tonight. Understand?”
Paul swallowed hard, words trembling on his lips. “Yes, sir.”
*****
The flicker of candlelight softened Dom35’s sharp features as he looked Paul over, calm and commanding. The room hummed with unspoken tension—a delicate balance of nervous anticipation and raw desire.
“Before we go further,” Dom35 said, voice steady but caring, “let’s talk limits. I want to know what you’re comfortable with, and what’s off-limits. Anything you absolutely don’t want or can’t do?”
Paul swallowed, heart pounding. “I… I’ve never tried choking before, but I think I want to try it. Safely. But no hitting the face or anything too rough.”
Dom35’s eyes darkened with approval. “Good. Choking it is. We’ll use a safe word if anything feels wrong, alright? Red means stop immediately, yellow means slow down or check in, and green means all good.”
Paul nodded, relief and excitement mixing inside him.
“Trust is everything here,” Dom35 said, pulling a soft leather blindfold from the table and holding up a pair of padded cuffs. “These will help you surrender. You won’t need your sight, just your other senses. And the cuffs will keep you safely restrained.”
Paul’s breath caught at the sight of the restraints, but his voice was steady. “Okay.”
“Now, slowly undress. Piece by piece. Keep your eyes on me until I say otherwise.”
Paul’s fingers trembled as he peeled off his jeans and underwear, the cool air prickling his heated skin. Dom35 circled him, fingertips tracing slow, deliberate paths over Paul’s shoulders and down his arms, eliciting goosebumps.
“Such soft skin beneath all this hair,” Dom35 murmured, voice low, brushing a hand over Paul’s chest.
Paul swallowed hard, every nerve ending alive with sensation.
“Turn around,” Dom35 commanded softly.
Paul obeyed, heart pounding. Dom35’s hands slid down his back, fingers mapping the curve of his spine, steadying and claiming.
“You’re doing well, boy,” Dom35 praised.
Dom35 secured the padded cuffs around Paul’s wrists, connecting the chain to the bedpost. Paul’s arms stretched above his head, body exposed on the bed and vulnerable.
The blindfold followed, velvet leather sealing off his sight, sharpening every other sense.
Dom35’s voice came close to his ear. “You’re mine now. No moving, no speaking unless I say. You understand?”
“Yes, sir,” Paul whispered, voice trembling but eager.
“Good boy.”
Dom35’s hands returned, exploring Paul’s chest and neck with confident touch. Slowly, a firm hand wrapped around Paul’s throat, careful pressure applied—not to hurt, just enough to make his pulse throb under the skin.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” Dom35 murmured.
Paul gasped, breath hitching, but nodded.
“That’s it. You trust me.”
The slight squeeze tightened just enough to take Paul’s breath for a moment before easing off. Paul’s body shuddered under the controlled dominance, every nerve set ablaze.
Dom35’s voice dropped to a low growl.
Paul swallowed, every instinct telling him to surrender completely.
Dom35’s hands teased and explored, pulling soft moans from Paul as the mixture of restraint, blindfold, and careful choking pushed him deeper into submission.
*****
The blindfold plunged Paul into darkness, every sound, breath, and touch magnified as if amplified by the silence around him. His wrists rested in the soft cuffs, suspended but not uncomfortable—just enough to remind him who was in control.
Dom35’s hand brushed over Paul’s chest, tracing slow patterns that made the hairs on his skin stand on end. Then, with a sudden shift, a firm grip closed gently but decisively around Paul’s throat again. The pressure was steady, deliberate, just enough to take the air from his lungs without panic.
“Easy,” Dom35 whispered in his ear. “Breathe with me.”
Paul inhaled shakily, matching his breath to the rhythm of Dom35’s fingers easing and tightening in slow pulses. The mix of vulnerability and power sent a thrilling jolt through him.
“Good boy,” Dom35 murmured, releasing the pressure, letting Paul gulp in air. “You’re doing so well.”
With a whisper, Dom35’s hands moved south, fingers gliding over the hot swell of Paul’s cock, already hard against his stomach. The contrast made every nerve sing.
Dom35 lowered himself to his knees beside Paul, lips brushing along the sensitive skin of Paul’s inner thigh, teasing him mercilessly. Paul whimpered at the teasing, every nerve screaming for more but powerless to move or look.
Then Dom35’s mouth closed over the head of Paul’s cock, warm and wet, tongue swirling slow, tasting, drawing out a needy moan from deep in Paul’s chest.
Paul’s hips bucked instinctively, but the cuffs held him firmly in place. Dom35 pulled back just enough to whisper, “Not yet.”
The teasing continued, alternating between firm, deep strokes with his mouth and soft, tantalizing flicks of his tongue along the frenulum. Paul was caught in the sweet torture, every nerve raw and buzzing.
Dom35’s hand squeezed Paul’s throat lightly again, adding a delicious edge of control and urgency. Paul’s breath hitched, his whole body tightening with desire and submission.
“You’re mine tonight. No touching yourself. Only me.”
Paul nodded, breathless, the words echoing inside his head. He was powerless, and it was perfect.
When Dom35 finally took Paul fully into his mouth and deepened the rhythm, Paul’s hands tried to clench the sheets, but he then remembered he couldn’t. Paul’s hips rocking against the pleasure, the mixture of restraint and exquisite sensation pushing him closer to the edge.
Dom35 pulled back just before Paul’s release, eyes dark and demanding as he whispered, “Not yet, boy. You belong to me.”
The teasing and edging went on, slow, deliberate, until Paul was trembling with need, aching for release but denied.
Dom35 pulled Paul upright, the cuffs still securing his wrists high above his head, exposed and utterly vulnerable. His breath came fast, every nerve alight with desperate need and anticipation.
“Ready for me, boy?” Dom35’s voice was low, commanding, just inches from Paul’s ear.
“Yes, sir,” Paul gasped, his voice raw with want.
Dom35’s hand wrapped gently but firmly around Paul’s throat again, the pressure steady, controlled. “Breathe for me. You trust me.”
Paul nodded, swallowing hard, matching his breath to Dom35’s steady grip.
The first inch pushed inside was slow, deliberate—a delicious stretch, a rush of heat and pressure that made Paul cry out softly.
“Good boy,” Dom35 praised, voice thick with approval. “Take it slow. I’m bigger than what you’re used to. Relax.”
With every inch deeper, Paul’s body clenched then eased, riding the waves of sensation. The cuffs prevented him from bracing himself, making each movement feel raw, open, and exposed.
Dom35’s pace started slow, steady, each thrust deep and sure. Then, his hand slid back to Paul’s throat, the firm grip never letting him forget who was in control. The subtle pressure intensified, pushing Paul to the edge of breathlessness and exquisite sensation.
“You belong to me,” Dom35 growled. “Say it.”
“I belong to you, sir,” Paul gasped, his voice breaking with emotion and need.
The pace quickened, Dom35’s cock pounding deep and relentless, every movement claiming Paul completely. Paul’s own cock throbbed, leaking precum on his hairy stomach, desperate for touch.
Dom35’s grip around his throat tightened briefly, then eased, a delicious torment that made Paul’s vision swim behind the blindfold.
“Cum for me,” Dom35 commanded low and rough.
Paul’s body shuddered, muscles clenching around Dom35’s cock as a wave of orgasm tore through him, raw and overwhelming. His cry echoed in the dark room, the mix of pleasure, surrender, and release washing over him.
Dom35 followed moments later, pulling free just enough to spill hot ropes of cum across Paul’s lower back and ass, marking him, owning him.
*****
Dom35 gently eased Paul down onto the bed, removing the cuffs with care and peeling off the blindfold.
Paul blinked up at him, body exhausted, mind still swimming from the intensity.
“You did so well,” Dom35 whispered, his fingers tender as they traced soothing circles over Paul’s wrists and shoulders.
Paul melted against him, grateful for the warmth and softness after the storm of sensation.
Dom35 pulled Paul close, wrapping him in strong arms, whispering quiet reassurances and praise.
In the quiet afterglow, Paul realized something profound: he’d found more than just physical release tonight. He’d found trust, connection, and a hunger for more—both in body and soul.
“Thank you, sir,” Paul murmured, voice thick with emotion.
Dom35 smiled softly, kissing the top of Paul’s head. “Anytime, boy. Anytime.”
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Let me know what you think of the story. Perhaps there's more for Paul and/or "Dom35" to come. ;-)
Disclaimer: this short story is written by ChatGPT, not by me. If you don't like that, please search for another story.
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Paul: "Dom35":
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Paul’s thumb hovered uncertainly over his phone screen, the soft blue glow lighting up the dark room around him. His apartment was quiet except for the distant hum of city traffic and the faint sound of music from a neighbor’s window.
He’d been scrolling Grindr for nearly twenty minutes now, swiping past familiar faces and predictable messages—“Hey,” “What’s up?” “Looking for fun?”—none of it sparking the tiniest flicker of excitement. His sex life had become a monotonous cycle of quick meetups, vanilla hookups, and polite but passionless texts afterward. He wasn’t unhappy exactly, but something had been missing.
And tonight, he wanted to find it.
That’s when he saw the profile.
“Dom35”
A simple avatar, just a silhouette against a dark background, but the bio was clear and direct: “Looking for a submissive boy. Into control, praise, and safe, sane play. Bi and dominant.”
Paul’s heart jumped. He’d toyed with the idea of BDSM—power exchange, restraint, surrender—but it had always lived in the realm of fantasy or whispered online conversations, never in real life. Was tonight the night he crossed that line?
His thumb hovered over the “message” button, hesitating. What if it was a mistake? What if he wasn’t ready? What if… what if it was everything he thought it would be and more?
With a deep breath, he typed, “Hey. What kind of play are you into?”
Almost instantly, the reply popped up: “I like control. Restraints, commands, some impact play. I want to own the night. You comfortable with that?”
Paul’s pulse quickened. “I think so. Never tried before.”
“Perfect. I like teaching. Respect, care, and trust are everything. If you’re not ready, say no now.”
Paul stared at the message for a moment, then typed simply: “I’m coming.”
*****
Nearly an hour later, Paul found himself standing outside a sleek, modern apartment building in a quiet part of town. The cool night air brushed over his bare arms as he took a deep breath and tried to steady the nervous flutter in his stomach.
Was he really doing this?
His phone buzzed in his pocket—a message from Dom35:
“Door’s unlocked. Come up. I’m waiting.”
Paul swallowed hard and pushed the door open. The elevator ride felt interminable, every ding of a floor a countdown to whatever was waiting for him.
When he stepped off and walked down the hall, his heartbeat thundered loud enough to drown out the soft music drifting from behind one of the doors.
At the apartment labeled “35,” he knocked softly.
The door swung open before he could knock again.
Dom35 stood there, taller and broader than Paul had imagined, dark hair tousled casually, a thick beard framing a strong jawline. His eyes, dark and intense, flicked over Paul with calm command that made the younger man’s breath hitch.
“Paul?” Dom35’s voice was low and steady.
“Yeah,” Paul answered, suddenly feeling small and exposed.
“Come in.”
Inside, the apartment was dimly lit with candles and warm lamps casting soft shadows. The faint scent of leather and something musky filled the air.
Dom35 closed the door with a firm click behind him, then stepped close, his gaze never leaving Paul’s face.
“First time?” Dom35 asked, voice gentle but edged with authority.
Paul nodded. “Yeah.”
“That’s fine. Everyone starts somewhere.”
They stood in silence for a moment, the weight of what was about to happen hanging between them.
Dom35 reached out, brushing a thumb over Paul’s cheek. Paul’s heart pounded harder as Dom35’s hand slid down to his neck, then to his shoulder, a steadying presence.
“Tonight is about trust. You’re safe with me. Just listen, obey, and feel.”
Paul’s breath caught. He’d never felt this mix of fear and excitement before—an ache that spread from the pit of his stomach outward, igniting every nerve ending.
Dom35’s voice dropped. “Take your shirt off, slowly.”
Paul’s hands trembled as he peeled his shirt over his head, the candlelight catching the pale curls on his chest and the faint sheen of sweat already breaking out on his skin.
A slow smile curled on Dom35’s lips. “Good boy.”
His hand brushed lightly against Paul’s chest, fingers warm and firm, sending a thrill of heat that pooled low in Paul’s belly.
Dom35’s eyes darkened as he took a step closer. “From now on, you belong to me tonight. Understand?”
Paul swallowed hard, words trembling on his lips. “Yes, sir.”
*****
The flicker of candlelight softened Dom35’s sharp features as he looked Paul over, calm and commanding. The room hummed with unspoken tension—a delicate balance of nervous anticipation and raw desire.
“Before we go further,” Dom35 said, voice steady but caring, “let’s talk limits. I want to know what you’re comfortable with, and what’s off-limits. Anything you absolutely don’t want or can’t do?”
Paul swallowed, heart pounding. “I… I’ve never tried choking before, but I think I want to try it. Safely. But no hitting the face or anything too rough.”
Dom35’s eyes darkened with approval. “Good. Choking it is. We’ll use a safe word if anything feels wrong, alright? Red means stop immediately, yellow means slow down or check in, and green means all good.”
Paul nodded, relief and excitement mixing inside him.
“Trust is everything here,” Dom35 said, pulling a soft leather blindfold from the table and holding up a pair of padded cuffs. “These will help you surrender. You won’t need your sight, just your other senses. And the cuffs will keep you safely restrained.”
Paul’s breath caught at the sight of the restraints, but his voice was steady. “Okay.”
“Now, slowly undress. Piece by piece. Keep your eyes on me until I say otherwise.”
Paul’s fingers trembled as he peeled off his jeans and underwear, the cool air prickling his heated skin. Dom35 circled him, fingertips tracing slow, deliberate paths over Paul’s shoulders and down his arms, eliciting goosebumps.
“Such soft skin beneath all this hair,” Dom35 murmured, voice low, brushing a hand over Paul’s chest.
Paul swallowed hard, every nerve ending alive with sensation.
“Turn around,” Dom35 commanded softly.
Paul obeyed, heart pounding. Dom35’s hands slid down his back, fingers mapping the curve of his spine, steadying and claiming.
“You’re doing well, boy,” Dom35 praised.
Dom35 secured the padded cuffs around Paul’s wrists, connecting the chain to the bedpost. Paul’s arms stretched above his head, body exposed on the bed and vulnerable.
The blindfold followed, velvet leather sealing off his sight, sharpening every other sense.
Dom35’s voice came close to his ear. “You’re mine now. No moving, no speaking unless I say. You understand?”
“Yes, sir,” Paul whispered, voice trembling but eager.
“Good boy.”
Dom35’s hands returned, exploring Paul’s chest and neck with confident touch. Slowly, a firm hand wrapped around Paul’s throat, careful pressure applied—not to hurt, just enough to make his pulse throb under the skin.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” Dom35 murmured.
Paul gasped, breath hitching, but nodded.
“That’s it. You trust me.”
The slight squeeze tightened just enough to take Paul’s breath for a moment before easing off. Paul’s body shuddered under the controlled dominance, every nerve set ablaze.
Dom35’s voice dropped to a low growl.
Paul swallowed, every instinct telling him to surrender completely.
Dom35’s hands teased and explored, pulling soft moans from Paul as the mixture of restraint, blindfold, and careful choking pushed him deeper into submission.
*****
The blindfold plunged Paul into darkness, every sound, breath, and touch magnified as if amplified by the silence around him. His wrists rested in the soft cuffs, suspended but not uncomfortable—just enough to remind him who was in control.
Dom35’s hand brushed over Paul’s chest, tracing slow patterns that made the hairs on his skin stand on end. Then, with a sudden shift, a firm grip closed gently but decisively around Paul’s throat again. The pressure was steady, deliberate, just enough to take the air from his lungs without panic.
“Easy,” Dom35 whispered in his ear. “Breathe with me.”
Paul inhaled shakily, matching his breath to the rhythm of Dom35’s fingers easing and tightening in slow pulses. The mix of vulnerability and power sent a thrilling jolt through him.
“Good boy,” Dom35 murmured, releasing the pressure, letting Paul gulp in air. “You’re doing so well.”
With a whisper, Dom35’s hands moved south, fingers gliding over the hot swell of Paul’s cock, already hard against his stomach. The contrast made every nerve sing.
Dom35 lowered himself to his knees beside Paul, lips brushing along the sensitive skin of Paul’s inner thigh, teasing him mercilessly. Paul whimpered at the teasing, every nerve screaming for more but powerless to move or look.
Then Dom35’s mouth closed over the head of Paul’s cock, warm and wet, tongue swirling slow, tasting, drawing out a needy moan from deep in Paul’s chest.
Paul’s hips bucked instinctively, but the cuffs held him firmly in place. Dom35 pulled back just enough to whisper, “Not yet.”
The teasing continued, alternating between firm, deep strokes with his mouth and soft, tantalizing flicks of his tongue along the frenulum. Paul was caught in the sweet torture, every nerve raw and buzzing.
Dom35’s hand squeezed Paul’s throat lightly again, adding a delicious edge of control and urgency. Paul’s breath hitched, his whole body tightening with desire and submission.
“You’re mine tonight. No touching yourself. Only me.”
Paul nodded, breathless, the words echoing inside his head. He was powerless, and it was perfect.
When Dom35 finally took Paul fully into his mouth and deepened the rhythm, Paul’s hands tried to clench the sheets, but he then remembered he couldn’t. Paul’s hips rocking against the pleasure, the mixture of restraint and exquisite sensation pushing him closer to the edge.
Dom35 pulled back just before Paul’s release, eyes dark and demanding as he whispered, “Not yet, boy. You belong to me.”
The teasing and edging went on, slow, deliberate, until Paul was trembling with need, aching for release but denied.
Dom35 pulled Paul upright, the cuffs still securing his wrists high above his head, exposed and utterly vulnerable. His breath came fast, every nerve alight with desperate need and anticipation.
“Ready for me, boy?” Dom35’s voice was low, commanding, just inches from Paul’s ear.
“Yes, sir,” Paul gasped, his voice raw with want.
Dom35’s hand wrapped gently but firmly around Paul’s throat again, the pressure steady, controlled. “Breathe for me. You trust me.”
Paul nodded, swallowing hard, matching his breath to Dom35’s steady grip.
The first inch pushed inside was slow, deliberate—a delicious stretch, a rush of heat and pressure that made Paul cry out softly.
“Good boy,” Dom35 praised, voice thick with approval. “Take it slow. I’m bigger than what you’re used to. Relax.”
With every inch deeper, Paul’s body clenched then eased, riding the waves of sensation. The cuffs prevented him from bracing himself, making each movement feel raw, open, and exposed.
Dom35’s pace started slow, steady, each thrust deep and sure. Then, his hand slid back to Paul’s throat, the firm grip never letting him forget who was in control. The subtle pressure intensified, pushing Paul to the edge of breathlessness and exquisite sensation.
“You belong to me,” Dom35 growled. “Say it.”
“I belong to you, sir,” Paul gasped, his voice breaking with emotion and need.
The pace quickened, Dom35’s cock pounding deep and relentless, every movement claiming Paul completely. Paul’s own cock throbbed, leaking precum on his hairy stomach, desperate for touch.
Dom35’s grip around his throat tightened briefly, then eased, a delicious torment that made Paul’s vision swim behind the blindfold.
“Cum for me,” Dom35 commanded low and rough.
Paul’s body shuddered, muscles clenching around Dom35’s cock as a wave of orgasm tore through him, raw and overwhelming. His cry echoed in the dark room, the mix of pleasure, surrender, and release washing over him.
Dom35 followed moments later, pulling free just enough to spill hot ropes of cum across Paul’s lower back and ass, marking him, owning him.
*****
Dom35 gently eased Paul down onto the bed, removing the cuffs with care and peeling off the blindfold.
Paul blinked up at him, body exhausted, mind still swimming from the intensity.
“You did so well,” Dom35 whispered, his fingers tender as they traced soothing circles over Paul’s wrists and shoulders.
Paul melted against him, grateful for the warmth and softness after the storm of sensation.
Dom35 pulled Paul close, wrapping him in strong arms, whispering quiet reassurances and praise.
In the quiet afterglow, Paul realized something profound: he’d found more than just physical release tonight. He’d found trust, connection, and a hunger for more—both in body and soul.
“Thank you, sir,” Paul murmured, voice thick with emotion.
Dom35 smiled softly, kissing the top of Paul’s head. “Anytime, boy. Anytime.”
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Let me know what you think of the story. Perhaps there's more for Paul and/or "Dom35" to come. ;-)
