And now his cock wanted back in the game. Jesus, when your brain started talking to your cock, you were on some fucking really thin ice.
Sometimes you plodded through life with nothing changing from one month to the next no matter how much you yearned for a revolution to erupt beneath your feet. And sometimes your whole world imploded and rebuilt itself in a matter of seconds.
God, this kiss. It was the kind she'd remember forever, that would invade her dreams and haunt her in quiet moments. The kind her older self could look back on and know, once, she'd really lived. The kind that, no matter what, she could never, ever r...
I want to make you hold onto that bag while I bury myself in you so hard and so deep you don't know your own name. -Nick Rixey
