I was sitting on my sofa watching TV when the phone began ringing. What, not now, I thought. I looked at who it was. Oh its Jenna, my new neighbor, well I wonder what she wants? What are […].
I 've finally finished unpacking. Propping a photograph on the window ledge by my bed, I glance round at my new flat. The plant that Nicki bought me as a moving in present sits next to an empty bottle of Cava and two ancient champagne flutes, remnants of our celebrations last night. A bed, two stacks of books and a bulging clothes rail make this half of the flat look overcrowded already. This is my new studio flat containing everything that I own in the world. To a stranger, it might look pathetic, but to me it's perfect.
You must be 18 or over to view this site, please read our terms. Ainsleigh was an unremarkable-looking guy. He stood five-foot-eight-inches tall and was lithe and actually, if one was perfectly honest, he bordered on skinny. Fully clothed, he never caught the eye of the butch tops that he had a predilection for. Ainsleigh, however, had a magic weapon in his arsenal.
Billy was ready for tonight. He was sure tonight was the night that she was finally going to let him fuck her. And was he ever ready. Sure, she had given him a hand job here and there, and she had.