16 Jan 2012 1631 readers
A weak voice cut through the crashing and cracking noises around me. "Don't... let go of me," he pleaded. And for a terrifying second, the pressure of his arms disappeared. I clung to him harder than anything in my life, and of that I am sure. My arms burned, cramped, stretched, and twitched. But they did not let go.
Topics: Relationship
19 Dec 2011 1333 readers
For just a moment he looked at me like the very small amount of sanity I had left was just folded up into a paper airplane in sailed to its death in a fiery grave. His eyebrows raised and mouth opened slightly. Obviously figuring that I’m no real threat (not that I could have fought him off for long anyways) he looked at me with a half-smile, which showed he was now curious, but still thought ...
Topics: Handjob, Relationship