Dorks on parade, or entertaining ourselves at the other bookstore
Smutty words and thoughts flow quicksilver fast from the tip of my pen. (What, you think everything's got to be overtly phallic?) I write to please, my friends, my fans but most importantly my libido, which requires, among other things boykissing, voice actors, whips & chains, boyvoiceactorskissing w/ whip & chain involvement and of course chocolate. Although generally I do not write about the aforementioned, just plain uninhibited downright dirty alley sex.
Sometimes, when I begin, my mind is as blank as freshly fallen snow in which a couple, uh, couples. Passionately, since it's cold, so they need to maintain the heat between their coatless & soon to be sweaterless bodies. The pile of clothes on the ground was starting to make a decent sized blanket on which to kneel, arms warapped around one another, pressed cheek to cheek, chest to chest and tongue to tongue. Wait, that doesn't work! What started as kneeling soon progressed to snow saturated hair trapped beneath
[equal parts blame to akarui_rynka]