I brushed his toned abs with a finger, watching the way the afternoon sun through the Venetian blind chopped his body: light, dark, light, dark.
I noticed her pupils dilate, her breasts rising and falling with each breath…
An erotic tale of lesbian spies.
Sissy shifted down onto her knees, closed her eyes and bared her throat, while Eric dug his fingers into her soft, blonde hair.
A swinging professional hits the town with a colleague, hoping for more than just drinks.
Angus seems to have a universal appeal…
She said she needed a ride…
The thought that she would make me remove my soaked bra made my nipples peak against the fabric, excited, threatening to expose my secret for her to see.
If I ever had a lesbian fantasy, it was this woman.
I could feel my cock pushing hard against the front of my pants. “People talk about you,” I said, and she laughed and nodded.
That dorm room had one redeeming feature. Laying on my bed in the evening, when the sun was just going down, the light would somehow reflect and carry to my window a full view into Lew Hatcher’s room, three floors above mine.