My favorite posts on here are the ones with some awkward bits that let me know they’re real. Sometimes I’m reading along and enjoying myself, only to find myself wondering – Wait a minute. Is she really so voluptuous and perma-horny, or so petite and perky and perma-horny? Is he really 6’3″ and chiseled with a dong the length and width of a Pringles can? Erotic fiction can be great, but I like it when I know a story actually happened. Here’s one.
Ellie was intense. Always got straight As, usually got her way, and was so paranoid I couldn’t quite believe she was serious. Like she’d say things like, “I don’t want you to sit with her. You’ll fall in love.” Like that was a normal conversation starter. Made for the kind of drama that almost seemed worth it when neither of us knew any better, but it got old pretty fast. She had a slightly rounded face that glowed when she smiled and looked pretty scary when her blue eyes stared at you, which was too often. She had full hips that I loved but that reminded her too much of her mom. Great, full breasts that were a little too sensitive for me to really play with. Her circulation wasn’t good, so her jiggly parts were usually cold. I liked to try to warm her up.