I wiped my worn boots at the porch before allowing myself in. The placesmelled of polish, a little perfume, and home baking. I took off my oldfaded ba...eball hat, and cap in hand walked along the hall to the kitchen.I opened the door and stepped into the big kitchen. The washing machinewas on a rather loud spin cycle and I don't think my friend heard meenter, facing away from me engrossed in washing something in the sink.I had a long look at my erstwhile best friend. Looking at him. I thought that it was a fair demand, so I stood up and dropped my shorts and underwear, revealing my little 3 inch dick, hairless of course to him.We were standing in front of each other in the nude, admiring each others privates. He reached over to touch mine and I pushed his hand away.He said, "Give me your hand..." so I did. He placed it on his dick and said "Now, if I hurt you, you can hurt me."With that, he reached forward and grabbed my little dick. I was now trembling with nervousness. She hasn't had a headache this bad since the 1800's, when a drunken wizard sealed her in a bottle of brandy. Fun time while in there, but always filled her with an immediate hangover when released from the bottle, which is a terrible Pavlovian reaction towards her opinion of humans asking for wishes. Entitled bastards...Jean then blinks the tears from the headache from her eyes and sits up to find out what all that noise is, and looks up to find herself in the middle of a large mall. Once. I feel so full of stories, they leech out of my skin and run onto the page themselves. I pick up the notes from the kitchen table and remind myself where we are, today we will write but not for an hour or so yet.He is still sleeping when I enter the shadows of the bedroom, his long frame thrown across the bed, his face creased into the pillow. I smile. I cannot help it. He’s finally mine and it is so new I feel like I have to pinch myself.I set the coffee silently on his nightstand then grab a.
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