It isn’t like I haven’t been alone in my bed before. Or been alone in my bed or my head right after I’ve fucked him. Or waited for him to get back. Or get home.
I light a cigarette. Stay on my back. Stare at the ceiling. Try to keep my mind on something other than what just happened.
“Yes. That’s all you can say. Just ‘yes.’” He was
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I am anticipating many more wonderfully written chapters all about the machinations and remembrances of Brian's mind!
Beautiful job, thank you.
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Just wanted to let you know that this is so hot, it's all I thought about today at work, and in Astronomy class...
“Did I just hear you moan like a slut?”
Yes. Yes, you did. Shit, that's hot!
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I'm going to read this again now. I think it's like the 4th time. Seriously.
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