Don't post in dark fantasy if its about motherly love without mommy licking sons feet (on a chain). nothing pisses off a soft erotica romantic reader ...and his wifes sister) than to find a woman raped sold and raped again in Zamobia. and yes, (you guessed it) erotica is read/written by feminists. exception to the rule ? ask "daddy". 5. know what a genre board story posting frequency is. I mean how fast will your product of endless toil (or a fapping session) go down into history (of the wrong. God damn it felt good. As minutes passed he was fucking me at a brisk pace. By this time he was fitting his whole cock inside me. I could hear and feel his balls slapping mine. I could also hear the noise of his movement because of the lubrication that was all inside and outside my asshole. I was really into it by this time. I had moved more than a foot and was leaning against the edge of the couch. I kept telling him in between breaths, "My God, fuck me harder. Damn that feels good. Don't. ‘I don’t know,’ I lied, ‘but don’t forget, she’s studying and going to college nights to get her RN.’ She lay quietly for a while, stroking my face and arm. It was the closest physical contact we’d had for years and I felt so much love, I fought back an urge to cry. ‘Do you think Jennifer is a lesbian?’ There, I just decided to put it out there. ‘I’m not sure,’ she said. ‘I guess I was wondering that myself.’ ‘What if she is?’ I asked. ‘Does that change anything?’ ‘It might,’ she said. ‘In. ” She giggled again, having fun trying to get under my skin. Her hand traveled across the edge of the top of my shorts, spreading oil. Then her hand traveled back across my stomach, spreading oil just under my shorts! I looked at her, she was smiling. “I think you are 27 years old John.” She stood and moved between my legs and began rubbing oil on the arches of my feet and working her way up. She told me more of what she thought. “You want to know what else I think, John? I think I know.