It is a personal policy of mine that I do not sleep with anyone that much younger than me. It’s a weird loophole when you start time travelling to have sex with a famous magician before he’s famous. Am I nine years older than this man? He dies at the age of fifty-two almost a century ago. (My time.)
I think it’s fine.
That’s how I ended up here, in the back seat of this ‘car’, with nineteen year old Harry Houdini’s hands up my shirt. I was a little afraid that vaudeville would include more make up. I draw the line at f***ing a clown in a car. Or actually… I don’t know. That sounds sort of fun. Maybe I shouldn’t draw so many lines.
You can purchase Time Travellers Erotica: Harry Houdini on Amazon.com. Enjoy the trip.