The street wet for hours afterward,
I could smell the pungent aroma of cleansing
delicious, tracing pools of love with the tips
of my fingers, occasionally tapping down, 117 more words
I think my dick is broken.
I haven’t fucked in three months.
That’s how pathetic the situation has become. I haven’t had a dry spell like this since…well—never. 757 more words
Annaliese Harper knows that one tiny mistake can jeopardize a career before it’s even begun. Letting your boss find the extensive collection of porn on your personal laptop is one way. 589 more words
Going through an apocalyptic event doesn’t mean the end of the world.
My dad is a modern day Noah, you know building an ark, trying to save folks and getting my brother, and I ready for the impending end of days – whatever that means. 1,247 more words