L is for Labor Day

"“How am I supposed to concentrate on furniture with my girlfriend vibrating her gushing pussy?""

“The apple was hard. The orange got wetter.”“Can we compare them, though?”Sitting cross-legged on the rumpled bed in a black Pong t-shirt and white cotton panties, I released my focus from the two fruits on Jacob’s dresser. They were each...

S is for St Patrick’s Day

"“Is satisfaction all that you are searching for?” “Sometimes I like surprises.”"

“Dinner was… unexpected.”“You didn't like the stew.”“I really liked the stew,” I told him honestly, as we stood in the open doorway of my apartment. We lowered our voices so we wouldn't disturb the neighbors. “I’m glad you brought it....