Shall we discuss Giant Tits? Yes, Let’s. We know the truth: it’s biological. Yet we leer and lean and stare. What are we staring at? Is it food? Is it fat? No, it’s biology. It’s biology and biology is something you can’t control. We can’t help it. We stare. We lean. We leer. We just……continue reading.
Raymond
She was a virgin. A sweet southern school teacher. She was 23, and had natural D-cups that were full and soft, but definitely not too soft. These are the things that fantasies are supposed to be made of. The truth is, she’d never fucked. So there we were in bed. We’d met in a bar.…continue reading.
How many times have I leaned on you? Why is it, in the cycle of disrepair, that I reach out this way? I’m drunk, I’m on the phone. I shouldn’t be on the phone. I want you to come over. You’re my new squeeze, my ex, my anything, my everything. I want you. I want…continue reading.
You don’t really want to fuck on heroin. The drug is enough. You’re slack, slacker than you’ve ever been. You’re okay with the world around you. The world around you suits you just fine. Friday night is becoming Saturday. All good things must come. Come and then come to an end. At the end of…continue reading.
This is a bit… complicated. One thing that I’ve found out about myself is that I am at ease around women. The flip side of that perhaps is that I’m too easily lonely. I refuse to masturbate except under extreme circumstances. This policy evolved over time, and I do follow it. So let’s define “extreme…continue reading.
She strips down unceremoniously. She takes her pants off, and then her shirt. Lies back on the bed, waiting, wearing a bra and panties that must be three or four years old. We’ve been together long enough that we’ve become this way. The blood has begun to slide down the interior of my cock. It’s…continue reading.
