I didn’t fuck the boy. I thought about it. I agonized about it. I wanted to, but in the end, I couldn’t. The first evening, after spending quite some time with my fist in it, I was staring at a beautiful gaping hole and a boy in heat wanting more. A boy I wanted toContinue reading “To Fuck or Not to Fuck”
I slept quite soundly the night I met the pup. In fact, I slept very soundly. I guess it was a sort of mini-vacation and I didn’t realize how much stress there has been lately. I did get a bit stressed when I realized I didn’t have the new Netflix password. I was deep inContinue reading “The Pup, The Playroom, and The Freakishly Large Hands”
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