Let It Snow*

This story started out an entirely different way. And in the 3rd person. Somehow, when I revamped it, it ended up in the 1st person. I went over it twice and I think I've caught all the mistakes. But you never know. Anyway... I hope that you enjoy it! Because it really made me smile while writing it*

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My clock reads 3:23 and the full moon is streaming through my window. I had not planned this. Yet here I lay, sheets pulled haphazardly over my body to cover the vital parts while I listen to a deep voice hum as he comes up the stairs. He walks through my door and smiles, setting a tray with fruit and two mugs of hot chocolate on my nightstand. Then he crawls over my body, stopping to claim my lips in what must be the thousandth kiss of the night.

I taste chocolate on his tongue and smile as I think back to how this even came about.

Teaching the Teacher

Christian sat in the back of the class, his eyes glued to the back of his teacher’s skirt. She wasn’t really his teacher, just a substitute. Every once in a while one of his normal teachers would be out sick, or take a personal day, and nine times out of ten he’d walk into the classroom and there would be Miss Anderson. Sometimes one of his buddies would have her in an early class, and they’d let him know at lunch what he would be looking forward to.

She was the greatest substitute teacher he’d ever had. The first class she’d taught him had been English 10. That was two years ago. Now, here he sat in his government class, listening to her ramble on about judicial powers. He could care less about what she was trying to teach them, but she looked so damn good in that outfit.

Say You're Sorry

He stared at the piece of paper in his hand. The seven digits stared back at him. He could do this. He could dial the number… He couldn’t do it.

“God, stop being such a fucking pussy and call the fucking number,” he muttered to himself.

He stood quickly and in three strides was grabbing the cordless from the dock. He dialed the number before he could think about it again. He listened to the ring one, twice… three times. He was just about to hang up when he heard a breathy greeting.

“H-hello?”

“Hi.”

College Visitation

I found this in my documents and went over it, tweaking it here and there. I don't think that I'm going to add more though. This was just supposed to be about the guy* ;)

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I stood in the hallway, unsure of what I was doing. Around me there was loud music blaring in different rooms, and I could hear someone playing video games behind the door on the opposite side of the hallway. Ahhh, college dorms. I smiled as I recalled my last semester in one of these. Those were some good times. But for my senior year I’d had an apartment, and it was fabulous. Now I was twenty-two, and a college graduate. But I’d promised him that during his first year away from mommy’s reins, I’d come show him what college life was all about. But did he want what I wanted?

Finally of Age

“Let old acquaintance be forgot…”

*SMACK*

Luke stared at the red numbers glowing on his clock. It was just after nine in the morning.

Today was the day. It was his birthday. His eighteenth birthday. He was officially a man now. And he was legal. And now, after three years, he was going to take advantage of the one thing he’s always wanted.

Welcome Home

I wrote this a few months ago for a... friend... I wanted to share it here as well!

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He dropped his bag on the floor.

It was good to be home, even though he was a few hours later than he’d planned. Weary from his travels, all he wanted was to throw on some pajama pants and crash. He called out a greeting to his girl. She was supposed to be here, waiting for him. He heard no sounds downstairs though. The house was dark, but for a light above the stove. He called out again.

Showering.

He stood in the doorway and watched her.

The water cascaded down her body, some of the current dripping off her hardened nipples.

He wanted to lick each tip, suck the moisture away from her flesh. She'd moan and bury her hands in his shaggy hair. Her emerald eyes would look down at him with pleasure as he tugged one of the hard nubs between his teeth, drawing it away from her body until she cried out. Not in pain, no, he would never hurt her.

Making a Baby Tonight...

He stared at the wriggling woman on the bed. Her hands tugged at the ropes keeping her tied to the headboard. Her legs weren't tied but they were spread at the moment and he could see that no matter what she might have said in the beginning, her dripping little cunt was proof enough that she wanted him to do this, wanted him to take her.