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Panty Talk
Panty Talk
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Wayne is out of town on business, and that makes Steph feel sort-of blue. She doesn't do any of her webcam shows, and she decides to not go out with any of her girlfriends. At home, she has a quiet night watching TV. When he calls her late at night, they have a chance to describe to each other what they would do with the other's naked body.
Warning! This short story features graphic description of phone sex, anal sex, vibrators, and masturbation. It is only intended for mature adults and readers over the age of 18.
Excerpt:
I guess I just wanted a quiet night in. Since my boyfriend was out of town, I figured I wouldn’t be comfortable lounging around his place – even if I had a key. So, I went home to my tiny apartment. The idea was to pop some popcorn and watch some late night hot man-on-man mixed martial arts action. Sure, that was a lot of violence, but it still featured half naked men with lots of muscles rolling around a caged octagon together. It seemed scandalous enough to keep me interested, but the blood and the punching kept it from being all out porn for me.
That night’s fights were not that interesting, though. I’m sure, to an MMA geek, the stats were great, but for casual television watching, it just didn’t grab me. The match featured a Brazilian with a low, sloping brow and a receding hairline. Yet, thick hair covered his body, from his legs, to his chest, arms, and back. It looked like he shaved his face and his neck though. Gross. Scars marred his Japanese opponent’s forehead, and his cauliflower ears protruded like bumpy door knobs from the side of his head. Plus, he had extremely large, bushy eyebrows. I didn’t watch long.
Instead, I surfed through my channels hoping to find anything I could just zone out on. Still, I could find were prison documentaries, weepy movies about abused people, and infomercials. I thought to call it a night. Boredom gnawed at me, and so I took my phone and my tablet computer to my bedroom. I figured I’d just stream a movie to my bedroom TV through an HDMI cable, but before I even started sifting through my digital rental options, my cell rang. Wayne, the caller ID announced. Grinning, I plopped myself down on my bed, and I answered ...
Warning! This short story features graphic description of phone sex, anal sex, vibrators, and masturbation. It is only intended for mature adults and readers over the age of 18.
Excerpt:
I guess I just wanted a quiet night in. Since my boyfriend was out of town, I figured I wouldn’t be comfortable lounging around his place – even if I had a key. So, I went home to my tiny apartment. The idea was to pop some popcorn and watch some late night hot man-on-man mixed martial arts action. Sure, that was a lot of violence, but it still featured half naked men with lots of muscles rolling around a caged octagon together. It seemed scandalous enough to keep me interested, but the blood and the punching kept it from being all out porn for me.
That night’s fights were not that interesting, though. I’m sure, to an MMA geek, the stats were great, but for casual television watching, it just didn’t grab me. The match featured a Brazilian with a low, sloping brow and a receding hairline. Yet, thick hair covered his body, from his legs, to his chest, arms, and back. It looked like he shaved his face and his neck though. Gross. Scars marred his Japanese opponent’s forehead, and his cauliflower ears protruded like bumpy door knobs from the side of his head. Plus, he had extremely large, bushy eyebrows. I didn’t watch long.
Instead, I surfed through my channels hoping to find anything I could just zone out on. Still, I could find were prison documentaries, weepy movies about abused people, and infomercials. I thought to call it a night. Boredom gnawed at me, and so I took my phone and my tablet computer to my bedroom. I figured I’d just stream a movie to my bedroom TV through an HDMI cable, but before I even started sifting through my digital rental options, my cell rang. Wayne, the caller ID announced. Grinning, I plopped myself down on my bed, and I answered ...
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