Originally Posted by Taco John:
Jesus Endelt. You don't know what Kotter's been dipping into that peanut butter, but I'd bet you could probably guess why...
Because you like peanut butter on my schlong?
:-)
You must be confusing me with the "star" you met in Larimer Square this weekend--the fluffer who caught you with the "I'm in Brokeback Mountain" line.
:-)
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Almost involuntarily she tightened her arms around him and arched her back. To her surprise, he moved over her, still kissing her neck, her ear, her cheek. As he settled over her, it seemed natural for her to part her legs.
As he pressed against her, her ache grew stronger, more exquisite. She arched her back again and pulled up her shift so that there were fewer layers of cloth separating them. He pressed against her and released, pressed and released, in a rhythm that built something glorious inside her, something that seemed almost within her reach.
"Taco," she breathed. "Is that a pencil or a pen?"
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