Tim sits up and panther crawls to the end of the bed.
GUH.
"That's the most I've ever heard you say since I met you."
snorfle.
Chuck's sitting Indian-style on the bed laying out a line of condoms (flavored, ribbed, glow in the dark), different lubes (plain, tingling, spermicidal, cherry), matching up the lube and condoms like he's dealing a game of Texas Hold'em. He deals out a cockring, butt-plug, feather, and a slinky between the condoms.
Oh Timmy, I love you. Between all this and that snark about sex not being invented in the city? You are made of win.
He's covered in bites and bruises and dried lube is making him itch in some rather uncomfortable places. He starts to get out of bed when one of those monster hands connected to an arm the size of an anaconda wraps around him and pulls him back to bed.
Tim FTW!
Sweet, hot and insightful. I'm so glad you got this done.
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GUH.
"That's the most I've ever heard you say since I met you."
snorfle.
Chuck's sitting Indian-style on the bed laying out a line of condoms (flavored, ribbed, glow in the dark), different lubes (plain, tingling, spermicidal, cherry), matching up the lube and condoms like he's dealing a game of Texas Hold'em. He deals out a cockring, butt-plug, feather, and a slinky between the condoms.
Oh Timmy, I love you. Between all this and that snark about sex not being invented in the city? You are made of win.
He's covered in bites and bruises and dried lube is making him itch in some rather uncomfortable places. He starts to get out of bed when one of those monster hands connected to an arm the size of an anaconda wraps around him and pulls him back to bed.
Tim FTW!
Sweet, hot and insightful. I'm so glad you got this done.