James is home for the weekend. A certain someone has been on my mind just here recently, and it was with much *faked* shame that I whispered heatedly into my lover’s ear that I have been very naughty…
I laid it all on the line, begging him to fuck me like the naughty thing I was, stroking his cock the entire time. We laughed and giggled like only old lovers can… and then he fucked me crazy-hard.
Someone just happened to pop into my brain at that moment right before orgasm where you’re reaching out with all senses… and that was when James grabbed my thighs hard and asked, “How does a real man’s cock compare?” as he thrust his dick home. I will say, with quite earnest honesty, that J’s (of the sheep photo and other spoilings) face/name popped into mind as I came all over my boyfriend’s cock, and wished (in vain) that I had been recording our conversation because it was unbelievably hot.
Then I climbed out of bed for my shower, logged back in, and started working on homework. What a terrible thing. I have been helping Summer & her other friend so much that I have gotten swamped.
Sake with e-club doesn’t help.
As soon as I got online I was mobbed by a friend who wanted to know where I was twenty minutes hence. After a tactful “indisposed” was queried, I said:
James and I were convivially conjugating until we realized we were perpetrating a split infinitive and decided to conjugate convivially instead.
and
When I told my boyfriend that his name sounded like someone else’s only it had a hard affricate in the middle instead of a voiceless stop… (which is completely wrong and he had to smack me awake…) we decided that maaaaaaaaaaaybe I spent too much time at school this week.