How are you all? You guys might know my e-mail id, in case you don’t, its angl.et.d . I try my best to reply to all of them, in case you’re asking... for sex or something, I don’t entertain those. I write erotica; because that’s one thing I love doing. Though, yes, I am Gay.So, if you’re a first time reader, let me give you a brief introduction. I am Parth, a college student, in Delhi. My boyfriend Nakul is an employee in magazine company as design head. We have a four year age gap. It’s the story. To stop being a little slut and trying to get something from my best friend’s daddy, but I ignore them. I press the doorbell and take a deep breath, promising myself to only breathe out once it opens. And it does. Just seconds later, James and I are face to face again, only this time we aren’t nose to nose. There’s a distance and every inch of it makes my skin burn.“You know he’s not here,” James says. I take a moment to soak him in. His grey hair is ruffled all over the place, stubble dotted. Her tongue found remnants of Brad’s cum leaking from her.“Mom, what are you doing?” Jessica cried. “I never knew you liked to eat a woman’s pussy!”“I do. I’m sorry if I’m doing this to you, I haven’t eaten pussy since your father died. There’s a lot about our sex lives that you don’t know but now maybe you should.”“From hearing you talking, I’ve guessed a few things.”“Do you want me to stop?” She looked to Jessica, several fingers pleasing her.“No,” she replied quietly. “Does that mean you’d. The more perverse and depraved the fantasy, the more it turns you on -- and yet, even the simplest of things, like imagining kissing a c***d, can drive you wild. Well doesn't it? It's so sweet, so vanilla, but just because you enjoy the more extreme perversions, it doesn't mean to say that you can't enjoy the eroticism of sweet and simple things too. Can you imagine kissing an eight year old? Mouths open, lips hot, tongues probing -- the c***d willing, horny, aroused. There's no rush. .