Sandra stood next to me at the door to Receiving Room 2. She looked my body up and down. I was naked, save for the priming device encasing my genitals. "Are you nervous, Ben?" she asked, lifting her gaze back to my eyes. "Nope, I'm ready," I affirmed. "Go...
I can still feel the taste of your lips, the sweet memory of the last lingering kiss before I regretfully left the warm embrace of your arms. Visions of you lying naked on the rumpled bedsheets have haunted me all day, causing butterflies to flutter withi...
Sandy Metusic showered and dressed quickly. The eighteen-year-old senior ignored the whispering about her newly shorn hotbox. Yes, it meant she'd fucked someone new recently. So what? When Jules Kittridge exited the boy’s locker room, Sandy lingered there...
