|
True Story
Wil gazed vacantly around his bedroom. There had to be something to do, surely? Finally his focus settled on the familiar shape of the chair he'd made in woodwork at school. One corner of his mouth turned up slightly as he walked over and straddled it, hugging it to him as though it were a lover. It was made from smooth dark wood, sanded to perfection. You couldn't hurt yourself on it, even if you wanted to. It had a remarkably soft feel to it when you rubbed your skin against it. No catches or rough spots anywhere, not even in the latticed effect on the back.
Wil ran his Max hardcore hand down the outside of the chair back, feeling its firm softness. He looked up and sighed. Still bored. And lonely. What could he do? He stroked the chair once more before walking to his
I did have a really good time. But since I had to get up and work the next day, I didn't want to be hung over, so I drank very little. Jacob on the other hand got quite trashed and I ended up having to drive him (and the little blonde hottie
wardrobe and opening the door. An idea was niggling his brain but he wasn't quite sure what it was yet. He rummaged well done
She moved her head down between the legs. The tip of her tongue found the opening while her fingers were playing with Serena'a back door
babe around the top shelf for a while orgies and sex parties until he found a shoebox - its lid taped on with clear packing tape. He pulled it down, the box just missing his head, and walked over and set it down on the bed. Eagerly he tore the tape off and flipped up the lid. Inside were all his old toys. Wil smiled as he picked through them all delicately,
When I had the television turned up all the way, and could still hear them, the moans subsided just for a moment so that Jacob could have the audacity to yell at me
looking for the perfect toy to occupy himself with. In the end he decided they were all boring. He wanted something new. Something pretty. Something…shiny!
|
