1. Beef with Broccoli


    Date: 2/12/2016, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Erotica, Written by women, Author: CandyXLove, Rating: 92.9, Source: sexstories.com

    smooths it down across Paul's chest and positions the nail gun over the top of it. "In the beginning..." He pulls the trigger. Paul screams. I almost miss the buzz of the intercom because Paul is noisily working out how he feels about Biblical literalism on my TV. This time, I remember to pause the movie so I can answer without missing anything. "Hi, it's Jay, from before? This is going to sound crazy, but I was wondering if you maybe wanted some company to watch-" "Come on up." I buzz him in, then sprint to the bathroom to furiously brush my teeth. When I open the door for him a few minutes later, he's already taking off his coat and his hair is down loose across his shoulders. I was wrong before, it's not a Sleater-Kinney shirt, it's The Shins. I honestly think about just blowing him in the hallway because he's so perfect. At least then I'll know exactly what to do with my mouth. "I, uh, I hope you don't mind. I finished my delivery shift and grabbed some dinner. I thought I might come by and see if the offer for that beer was still good." I glance over at the coffee table where my picked-over food containers and the empty beer bottle sit, accusing me of having no fun on a Friday night, not to mention the romantic holiday. "I...think I may have mentioned before that there's vodka?" "That sounds just fine." He steps closer. I hope it's to make good on the tease of his lips against mine before, but he hands me a white plastic bag, cold to the touch. "It's strawberry ice ...
    cream," he says with some pride, looking at me expectantly. "Oh. That's great, I like strawberry." I motion him in. Sweet. Random, but sweet. "And what's Scream Bloody Death without strawberry ice cream?" He raises his eyebrows. One of them has a silver ring through the apex of the arch. I want to feel it brushing against the inside of my thigh. "Oh!" The realization hits me, "because they used strawberry ice cream for that scene with the brains!" "Exactly," he walks into the apartment with me. "Unless you're all Scream Bloody Death-ed out." "No, no," I set the ice cream down on my sliver of countertop and open the cabinet for a pair of bowls, "I was actually only partway through. Since you're a fan, too, I don't mind just restarting it from the beginning so we can watch the whole thing." Two hours on the couch with Jay and the way his band t-shirt stretches across his rangy shoulders instead of the twenty minutes or so left from where I'd stopped? Yes, please. "No, that's okay," he's looking at the display of places the back of my bathroom door. "I wouldn't want to make you watch it again on my account. We can watch something else, if you want." He taps one of the post cards, "That's downtown St. Louis, the Arch. Have you been there?" "A good friend of mine from college lives there," I say, thankful that his attention is elsewhere because I've just realized I don't have any clean spoons. I grab two from the sink and quickly scrub them with the corner of a dish towel, hoping he ...
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