Bike Ride
Fog hung thick in the air this morning as I prepared for a solo bike ride through the woods. While
DevamTo recap where I left off, I was getting over having been pretty much face fucked by Sam. Helen, had
DevamI watched that video repeatedly over the next week. I couldn’t get enough of it. Pete didn’t make love to
DevamAs she opened the door to let the cat out for the night the door was taken out of her
DevamNote: This autobiographical story contains a lot of hot, sexual texting. I have decided, in the interest of readability, to
DevamWhether we like it or not, we’re labeled. Sure, we all have our individual names, personalities, and peeves, but we
DevamI walk into the lounge, ah there she is, standing at the window, back to me gazing out, leaning on
DevamOnce upon a time… Isn’t that how all the best stories begin? Especially fantasy tales. And this might just qualify
DevamI’m a guy in my late thirties. I have trained my muscles some but I’m not muscular, more like sinewy.
DevamOther women want him. I’ve seen it the way they flirt with him and talk about him. They intentionally twist
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