I'm tired. Honestly, my head is about to explode and all the god damn things that could go wrong, go wrong.
The good news is that an acquittance of mine offered to joinly write adult fan fiction, which means, she wants me to help her to write porn. Sure, I don't mind. In a way, it is a medium for creativity. All the things you can do with a plunger....on the other, I am no stranger to erotic writing. I already have good few years behind my back in writing erotica. It's a very rare fact about me. No one knows about it except for the people I role-play with. What would my parents say? They would probably get out their torches and go burn me down as a witch. I'm so messed up because of them. Any mention of sex makes me wince. But, apparently, I have no problem writing or sketching any of the mating practices. I think that's messed up. That's very messed up and I wish I could reverse myself. Anyway, it should be a fun venture. I wonder what people would have to say about my writing.
He was pressing his knees, god knows where, advancing to conquer the whole of Riley. The inside was becoming an oven. He felt the heat rise and found it all the more reason to keep up the pace. His roaming hand finally found the opening, and soon enough slid under the cloth of the other's shirt. Under his palm, Riley's skin felt heavenly and he ravaged it, teasing the sides with lazy yet meaningful strokes. Eric didn't press the other back just yet. All in good time, resolved Lavington as his lips worked against the other's with the same boisterous need.
But once the access was granted, Eric jumped at the opportunity. His tongue slipped between the other's lips, mulling over the molars and the roof of the mouth. He was surprisingly lazy in his exploration, each motion deliberately slow. Eric couldn't wait for a groan or a moan that would be shared by the two of them, the thought making him nearly quiver. He pulled away just before gracing the other's tongue. "You're entirely too clothed," he breathed in rough gusts, words separated by momentary pauses.
The good news is that an acquittance of mine offered to joinly write adult fan fiction, which means, she wants me to help her to write porn. Sure, I don't mind. In a way, it is a medium for creativity. All the things you can do with a plunger....on the other, I am no stranger to erotic writing. I already have good few years behind my back in writing erotica. It's a very rare fact about me. No one knows about it except for the people I role-play with. What would my parents say? They would probably get out their torches and go burn me down as a witch. I'm so messed up because of them. Any mention of sex makes me wince. But, apparently, I have no problem writing or sketching any of the mating practices. I think that's messed up. That's very messed up and I wish I could reverse myself. Anyway, it should be a fun venture. I wonder what people would have to say about my writing.
He was pressing his knees, god knows where, advancing to conquer the whole of Riley. The inside was becoming an oven. He felt the heat rise and found it all the more reason to keep up the pace. His roaming hand finally found the opening, and soon enough slid under the cloth of the other's shirt. Under his palm, Riley's skin felt heavenly and he ravaged it, teasing the sides with lazy yet meaningful strokes. Eric didn't press the other back just yet. All in good time, resolved Lavington as his lips worked against the other's with the same boisterous need.
But once the access was granted, Eric jumped at the opportunity. His tongue slipped between the other's lips, mulling over the molars and the roof of the mouth. He was surprisingly lazy in his exploration, each motion deliberately slow. Eric couldn't wait for a groan or a moan that would be shared by the two of them, the thought making him nearly quiver. He pulled away just before gracing the other's tongue. "You're entirely too clothed," he breathed in rough gusts, words separated by momentary pauses.