Babies were born, old people died, stocks were traded, and someone faked an orgasm. All in those five seconds.
Alice ClaytonTags: caroline
How do you make Wallbanger stop smirking? You kiss him.
Alice ClaytonFinally, I felt him, exactly where he was meant to be. Barely nudging inside, just the feeling of him entering me was earth-shattering. My own needs quieted for the moment, I watched his face as he began to press inside me for the first time. His eyes bore into mine as I cradled his face in my hands. He looked as though he wanted to say something, and I wondered. What words would we speak, what wonderfully loving things would we say to commemorate this moment?
"Hi."
"Hi.
I knew it wouldn't always be this easy. But it sure as hell would be a good time.
Alice ClaytonI didn’t think I could love you more, but I really kind of do.
Alice ClaytonWhat, you tryin' to cop a feel there?" I snapped, selecting a song.
"Did you or did you not just placed your tits in the path of my hand?" he snapped back."
"I think your hand just moved in front of the girl's trajectory, but don't sweat it. You're hardly the first that these celestial beings have brought into their orbit.
Wkat, you tryin' to cop a feel there?" I snapped, selecting a song.
"Did you or did you not just placed your tits in the path of my hand?" he snapped back."
"I think your hand just moved in front of the girl's trajectory, but don't sweat it. You're hardly the first that these celestial beings have brought into their orbit.
Yep, ready to go. Simon, this is James. James,
Simon.” They leaned in to shake hands, and I could see that
they both exerted a little extra force, neither seeming to
want to be the one to let go first. I rolled my eyes. Yes, boys.
You can both write your names in the snow. The question is,
who would make bigger letters?
Was I seriously awake at, let’s see, one
sixteen a.m. and attempting to discern the national origin of
the woman getting plowed next door?
After falling into Pillow Town, we scrambled about, arms and legs twisting this way and that, kisses becoming more and more frantic. My shirt bunched up around my waist, and the feeling of his
hi-there against my hoohah was indescribable. He rained kisses down upon my neck, licking and sucking as I moaned like a whore in church.To be fair, I’d never actually heard a whore moan in church, but I had a feeling it sounded a lot like the unholy sounds pouring forth from my mouth.
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