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May 24, 2005

Michele: Room With a View

We did it right there, on the living room floor of the new house. Crazy. We were usually straight and narrow. Man on top. Fuck, come, hold, sleep. Not this time. This time I fucked her until she screamed at me to stop. I kept going until we saw the flash of movement at the window.

How long had he been standing there, pants down, hips shaking? He didn’t try to hide. He just grinned and wiped his hand on his shirt.

Welcome to the neighborhood, he mouthed. He turned and disappeared through the bushes that separated our yards.

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Comments

Jeez, next time try being a better neighbor and invite the guy in out of the cold for Christ's sake!

Posted by: Michael Trefry at May 24, 2005 3:58 AM · Permalink

We close on the new house on Friday...SO making Ted read this one. "See, dammit, I told you the whole idea just squicks me...and this is why!!!" *snerk*

Posted by: Sekimori at May 24, 2005 4:32 AM · Permalink

he wiped on his shirt? yeah, there's nothing like going thru the rest of the night smellin like your own cum, i tell you.

Posted by: mikey at May 24, 2005 8:45 AM · Permalink

That rules.

Posted by: Karl Elvis at May 26, 2005 5:49 PM · Permalink