He had the demeanor of a bad boy, the grades of a Brainiac and the looks of a model. The perfect guy to fantasize about. She recollected just two days... prior when they were hanging out in the commons area during the passing period and noticed something about him that turned her on to him even more. As he sat on the sofa with a slight dip, his legs wide open and hand over his front zipper, a hot sensation ran through her body.“Wow, who knew someone could turn me on just by the way they sat”, she. His hands were now moving under my armpits and pressing into the sides of my tits as he start dry humping my ass. I was too strong to resist. One hand tugged on the zipper to open my sweater as I felt his other hand moving behind my ass and undoing his belt and the button on his shorts. I hear them drop to the floor. He pulled the sweater off of my body. His hands moved to my tits. “Your nipples are huge. I bet they must be sensitive.” He. Sort of like Dav''s kinky chronicals. Feel free to use my material in any way you see fit. I just get off on knowing people are reading my work! I've been in so many places and situations that I have loads of material to draw from. Ok, it was 1998/99 and I was 22. I had gotten myself into a bad scrape with the law on account of my speed addiction and the judge decided that I needed hugs, not drugs. So he sentence me to a hard-core inpatient drug program for a year, in lue of 16 years prison. "Did you get to spend much time with Cindy?"I laughed."What's so funny?" Marcie asked."Why don't you come out with it? Why don't you say, 'did you get it on?'"Marcie snickered. "Did you?" Actually, we did. But she kind of turned me off when she forgot my name." What do you mean?" She called me Otto," I said, hoping it wouldn't spread all over Speedwell that Cindy had called me Otto during a moment of passion."You mean? While you were ... you don't mean she called you Otto while you were... ?".