Squelching Stories

I'm your big spoon, your legs bend where mine begin, tucked in a velvet hush, curved in the drawer of midnight. Hips meet hips, limbs like language, your ass curves into me, perfectly placed by muscle memory. My hand slides under your shirt, fingertips graze your nipple, circle, twist, tug—release, you arch and softly gasp. "Spork me," you whisper wickedly, your voice thick and breathy, already soaked with promise, and my...

An hour or so passed and Nicki got up to have a shower, leaving a sleeping Jack and myself in her room. I reached across Jack to pick up my cigarettes and a lighter. As I lit up he rolled over and in his deep, husky voice whispered "Morning beautiful"... I think he noticed my face light up as I tried to hide my grin behind the cigarette. He still had a thin sheet draped over his legs held up by his erection. At first I th...