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One summer morning during our first year together, I woke up to find your moist body glued to mine.
That day at work, Alika smiled all day, she felt happy and had no idea why.
“Bottoming is hard”, I thought to myself. I was in the bathroom getting ‘prepped’ for our date.
Three months had passed since Megan had seen Claire. Not a single day went by when she didn’t think about Claire and what had happened between them.
A woman in a red dress raced out of the corridor and before realizing crashed into me and we both fell to the ground.
After what seemed like eternity my body calmed down, her lips were still kissing me.
“I like you. I really do. But I am not gay,” she says.
WHAT? But you just slept with me last night.
They call it the city of angels in Thai. But, I see no angels here.
In our collective post valentine's haze, I think back on times in my life that embodied romance and I suppose the keycard is one of my favorite stories.
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Between the gasps and pants, their tired bodies resting – shivering, the beast struck again.
As she adjusts her position on the bed, she feels the gentle grazing of her flaccid nipples against her thin cotton t-shirt.
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She began to probe, began to question and I prepared myself …
"I am more than a person, I'm a soul and so are you, our path is eternal but it isn't identical, we may meet again but we will never be us again, mourn my loss my damaged angel, as I shall mourn yours."
I knew her inside out like an addictive YouTube video. Intimacy meant 5 Mbps and a great date was a call that didn’t drop. When I kissed her, she saw …
Enter the dark corridors, filled with masculinity, men with hard-ons, semi-erections, fucked-up arses, lubed-up arses, rubbered dicks, noses sniffing poppers and other addictive substances, slippery warm penises entering raging intestines and mouths, hands groping all over the place - nipples, butts, muscles, hair, mouths, feet, balls, name it, you have it.
Bangalore, the beginning of winter. The days are shorter, the monsoon leaves its last spells of wet love on every roof, tree and head covered with dense hair. A chilly …
Franco rolls an 8mm camera as we’re flying up the same tangled, winding hills that the real Hopper and the real Wood sped on the night of their famous accident. Franco commands the girls to take their shirts off. They giggle and strip. Dean sparks a butt in the back with his tits out. The wind slaps hard on our faces. We snake up the road, way too fucking fast.