Five Times
John took me five times. Five. In less than five hours. We hadn’t even known each other five hours when I took him to my bed. By morning, five times felt like five hundred....
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This Isn’t a Love Story
This isn’t about a romantic evening we had together on a corporate-ruined holiday. No, this is a story of lust. Don’t buy me flowers. Don’t buy me candy. Don’t bother with the card. Show...
It’s Not Just the Garden That’s Growing
For my college break, I took up gardening three days a week in a ritzy area. I’m well built, don’t mind hard work and I love the sun so for me it’s like a...
An Open Letter To Future Male Lover
Dear Future Male Lover, You might think it’s so cute that I am always horny or even think it’s novel but it’s not. You won’t think that after you have left your seed in...
