Public Displays
Carter and Dana decide to go on a stealth date at a shopping and feel thoroughly uncomfortable showing each other public displays of affection, partly because of a religious protester at the book store. They struggle to not even openly hold each other's hands. All of that can possibly change in the darkness and safety of a movie theater.
WARNING! This short story contains graphic and explicit depiction of lesbian sex between consenting adults. It is only meant for mature readers of legal age. Here is an excerpt:
The truth is, she confided one of her deepest personal secrets to me, and it was my job to keep it until she said otherwise. As much as I wanted to scream, "I love Dana McDonough" from every mountaintop in Appalachia, I knew I couldn't. My beloved wouldn't approve, and I had to respect that. So, as we walked around the mall together, I sometimes looked, in a very subtle way, down at her hand, and I did nothing. Looking forward, I tried to keep my gaze ahead of me, neutral, and dead. Kind of like the shirt she'd given me. I will say one thing. I got vibes that Dana might be experiencing the same feeling as me. From time to time, she almost touched me a few times.
Before going to the cineplex, we stopped into a few boutique stores to try on a couple of pairs of jeans. We took turns with the sole fitting room. Pulling back the curtain, Dana swiveled from side to side. "Carter, how does this make my butt look?" Arching her back, she stuck it out further, making it more pronounced.
I soaked in the curves and roundness of her booty, desperately repressing urges to playfully spank or smack it. We were in full view of the rest of the store with other customers. The torment I felt! "Divine," I said. I tried to look away and not publicly gawk, but I couldn't. The jeans looked really great on her, especially the way they accentuated her long legs. I guess since I was actively repressing desire to touch her, even in a tender, nonsexual way, an errant memory have having her naked legs wrapped around my waist popped into my mind. I tried not to think about it, because there was no way I was going to get her into bed until maybe a few hours later. But, sometimes when I try hard not to thinking of something, the more it just randomly pops into me head. At that moment watching Dana model different clothes, I actually found myself actively looking forward to the horror movie. The sight of blood flying everywhere would certainly quell the horniness beginning to rise in me.
I had no idea that the opposite would be the case, but that actually requires some explanation. First, the blood was clearly over the top to absurd comedic levels, and the same could be said for the amount of violence. Though, Strange Teeth alternated between comedy and absolutely terrifying moments with unexpected mood swings. The main monster, while being a vampire, had a mouth full of pointy fangs. Before we could get to any of that, the movie started with Dana's hand on my knee ...
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WARNING! This short story contains graphic and explicit depiction of lesbian sex between consenting adults. It is only meant for mature readers of legal age. Here is an excerpt:
The truth is, she confided one of her deepest personal secrets to me, and it was my job to keep it until she said otherwise. As much as I wanted to scream, "I love Dana McDonough" from every mountaintop in Appalachia, I knew I couldn't. My beloved wouldn't approve, and I had to respect that. So, as we walked around the mall together, I sometimes looked, in a very subtle way, down at her hand, and I did nothing. Looking forward, I tried to keep my gaze ahead of me, neutral, and dead. Kind of like the shirt she'd given me. I will say one thing. I got vibes that Dana might be experiencing the same feeling as me. From time to time, she almost touched me a few times.
Before going to the cineplex, we stopped into a few boutique stores to try on a couple of pairs of jeans. We took turns with the sole fitting room. Pulling back the curtain, Dana swiveled from side to side. "Carter, how does this make my butt look?" Arching her back, she stuck it out further, making it more pronounced.
I soaked in the curves and roundness of her booty, desperately repressing urges to playfully spank or smack it. We were in full view of the rest of the store with other customers. The torment I felt! "Divine," I said. I tried to look away and not publicly gawk, but I couldn't. The jeans looked really great on her, especially the way they accentuated her long legs. I guess since I was actively repressing desire to touch her, even in a tender, nonsexual way, an errant memory have having her naked legs wrapped around my waist popped into my mind. I tried not to think about it, because there was no way I was going to get her into bed until maybe a few hours later. But, sometimes when I try hard not to thinking of something, the more it just randomly pops into me head. At that moment watching Dana model different clothes, I actually found myself actively looking forward to the horror movie. The sight of blood flying everywhere would certainly quell the horniness beginning to rise in me.
I had no idea that the opposite would be the case, but that actually requires some explanation. First, the blood was clearly over the top to absurd comedic levels, and the same could be said for the amount of violence. Though, Strange Teeth alternated between comedy and absolutely terrifying moments with unexpected mood swings. The main monster, while being a vampire, had a mouth full of pointy fangs. Before we could get to any of that, the movie started with Dana's hand on my knee ...
Public Displays
Carter and Dana decide to go on a stealth date at a shopping and feel thoroughly uncomfortable showing each other public displays of affection, partly because of a religious protester at the book store. They struggle to not even openly hold each other's hands. All of that can possibly change in the darkness and safety of a movie theater.
WARNING! This short story contains graphic and explicit depiction of lesbian sex between consenting adults. It is only meant for mature readers of legal age. Here is an excerpt:
The truth is, she confided one of her deepest personal secrets to me, and it was my job to keep it until she said otherwise. As much as I wanted to scream, "I love Dana McDonough" from every mountaintop in Appalachia, I knew I couldn't. My beloved wouldn't approve, and I had to respect that. So, as we walked around the mall together, I sometimes looked, in a very subtle way, down at her hand, and I did nothing. Looking forward, I tried to keep my gaze ahead of me, neutral, and dead. Kind of like the shirt she'd given me. I will say one thing. I got vibes that Dana might be experiencing the same feeling as me. From time to time, she almost touched me a few times.
Before going to the cineplex, we stopped into a few boutique stores to try on a couple of pairs of jeans. We took turns with the sole fitting room. Pulling back the curtain, Dana swiveled from side to side. "Carter, how does this make my butt look?" Arching her back, she stuck it out further, making it more pronounced.
I soaked in the curves and roundness of her booty, desperately repressing urges to playfully spank or smack it. We were in full view of the rest of the store with other customers. The torment I felt! "Divine," I said. I tried to look away and not publicly gawk, but I couldn't. The jeans looked really great on her, especially the way they accentuated her long legs. I guess since I was actively repressing desire to touch her, even in a tender, nonsexual way, an errant memory have having her naked legs wrapped around my waist popped into my mind. I tried not to think about it, because there was no way I was going to get her into bed until maybe a few hours later. But, sometimes when I try hard not to thinking of something, the more it just randomly pops into me head. At that moment watching Dana model different clothes, I actually found myself actively looking forward to the horror movie. The sight of blood flying everywhere would certainly quell the horniness beginning to rise in me.
I had no idea that the opposite would be the case, but that actually requires some explanation. First, the blood was clearly over the top to absurd comedic levels, and the same could be said for the amount of violence. Though, Strange Teeth alternated between comedy and absolutely terrifying moments with unexpected mood swings. The main monster, while being a vampire, had a mouth full of pointy fangs. Before we could get to any of that, the movie started with Dana's hand on my knee ...
WARNING! This short story contains graphic and explicit depiction of lesbian sex between consenting adults. It is only meant for mature readers of legal age. Here is an excerpt:
The truth is, she confided one of her deepest personal secrets to me, and it was my job to keep it until she said otherwise. As much as I wanted to scream, "I love Dana McDonough" from every mountaintop in Appalachia, I knew I couldn't. My beloved wouldn't approve, and I had to respect that. So, as we walked around the mall together, I sometimes looked, in a very subtle way, down at her hand, and I did nothing. Looking forward, I tried to keep my gaze ahead of me, neutral, and dead. Kind of like the shirt she'd given me. I will say one thing. I got vibes that Dana might be experiencing the same feeling as me. From time to time, she almost touched me a few times.
Before going to the cineplex, we stopped into a few boutique stores to try on a couple of pairs of jeans. We took turns with the sole fitting room. Pulling back the curtain, Dana swiveled from side to side. "Carter, how does this make my butt look?" Arching her back, she stuck it out further, making it more pronounced.
I soaked in the curves and roundness of her booty, desperately repressing urges to playfully spank or smack it. We were in full view of the rest of the store with other customers. The torment I felt! "Divine," I said. I tried to look away and not publicly gawk, but I couldn't. The jeans looked really great on her, especially the way they accentuated her long legs. I guess since I was actively repressing desire to touch her, even in a tender, nonsexual way, an errant memory have having her naked legs wrapped around my waist popped into my mind. I tried not to think about it, because there was no way I was going to get her into bed until maybe a few hours later. But, sometimes when I try hard not to thinking of something, the more it just randomly pops into me head. At that moment watching Dana model different clothes, I actually found myself actively looking forward to the horror movie. The sight of blood flying everywhere would certainly quell the horniness beginning to rise in me.
I had no idea that the opposite would be the case, but that actually requires some explanation. First, the blood was clearly over the top to absurd comedic levels, and the same could be said for the amount of violence. Though, Strange Teeth alternated between comedy and absolutely terrifying moments with unexpected mood swings. The main monster, while being a vampire, had a mouth full of pointy fangs. Before we could get to any of that, the movie started with Dana's hand on my knee ...
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| BN ID: | 2940185674543 |
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| Publisher: | Smuthouse |
| Publication date: | 12/14/2022 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 99 KB |
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