I didn’t think that sex could get any better.
You see, a random stranger introduced me to sex on another level. I met him online, we talked and texted for about three weeks before we met. 639 more words
It took all Sideswipe possessed to hide how grossed out he was.
Not with Sunstreaker. No, never with Sunstreaker. But the room smelled of waste, and while most of it was on Sunny, a bit was on Ratchet, and the rest was on Sideswipe, and he didn’t like it. 2,421 more words
Sideswipe was being weird. Well, weird-er.
Sunstreaker narrowed his optics and glared in his twin’s direction, not that Sideswipe noticed. He continued to squirm in his chair like a child with a secret, one end of a stylus between his lips as he nibbled on it, and his attention focused on his datapad. 3,745 more words