"Why did he agree to give the spoiled brat a ride home? The boy's mother's tits, what else?"
Thank you. Xoxo, the text read. Sean cursed at the prospect of having to endure Michael's various caprices longer than necessary and at his inability to say no—more accurately: to say no to the pair of perky breasts Michael's mother, Sharon,...
The march is in full swing with Charles Parker in the middle, surrounded by a crowd of overjoyed people. Some just walking, some dancing to the jolly music that comes blasting from several mobile boom-boxes, some chanting along. While it's...
"Massive hangover after hosting a party. The flashbacks make him afraid to face his roommate."
“Nothing good ever happens after one in the morning when you're drunk,” he painfully reminded himself of the events he failed to remember. Ben tentatively held his leg out of the bed on the floor to make his proprioception stop...
"She fights for world championship entry. At least, that's what he thinks."
Lennard sighed as he slowly, lost in thought, pushed close the door that said 'Coaches'. He took his time to turn around, walk to the bench of the dressing room. At least, he thought, Lara had been disqualified soon enough...
Flower field. Great red poppies. Her favorite. Bees humming.She loves it. I love her. I want her.I took her here. Our first time. She's never done it.We take our time. No need to rush. I want it to be perfect....
"Pheromones are carried further when it's warm."
“That was the last one,” Ash said, wiping the sweat from her forehead after putting down a cardboard box full of books and then sitting down on it.Matt looked at her, barely suppressing a gasp from the view of her...
Middle of the night. I awake. Pitch-darkness.She's snoring. I caress her belly. She stirs.I cup her breast. Her angelic chuckle.She whispers she wants me. Pulls my arm. My body follows.I slide in. She's so wet. Always is. One part of...
"She gives him another chance. He puts it to good use. Alas, everything comes to an end."
I woke up with a dry mouth and a disgustingly sour taste on my tongue. In the bathroom, I tried to drink away the nasty feeling but my throat was so raspy from the dehydration—almost sticky—that I had to force...
"Is that a confession he's hearing from her? He decides not to beat around the bush. Good idea?"
I awoke the next morning after a night of intense lucid dreams with no recollection of how I had ended up in my own bed. All I remembered was venting my unmet desire to get laid with a quick, loveless...