When I say hard, I meant tiring as well. Yes, it was always nice reading a good piece of erotica and it could keep me hard for ages, but sometimes it ...ould get a little monotonous. It could also get frustrating as well. Some people could tell a very good story, but when it came to actually writing it...well, let’s just say they find it challenging. Tonight’s batch of stories to review had been a little disappointing. My favourites were the ‘Wife Lovers’ genre and I grabbed a few from the list. He then lifted me up and threw me onto the bed with him on top of me. He started to lift my shirt and lightly kiss my stomach until he got to my nipples, which he began to suck hard and nibble on. This got my so turned on, I could feel my cock was ready to explode out of my jeans, so I rolled him over and began to pull down his basketball shorts. As I pulled them off, his cock sprung out of his shorts and stood straight up right in front of my face. His cock from around 7" long with a slight. And when you're in your third year of college you think you know everything worth knowing anyhow. It took me about ten seconds to decide I was damn well going to show her. And there was a good way to do it right at hand, I thought: I'd take it to old fat-and-ugly himself. And I did.He was in his own tent when I got back, but I'd worked up enough of a mad that I just barged in. As soon as I did, though, I realized that wasn't the best way to approach anybody, let alone somebody who thought as. Soon, however, we both desired more. Much more. My heart pounding, I opened my mouth, an invitation. The coiled serpentine nest of braids upon the crown of his head slithered through my hair and over my cheeks, several of them circling my throat loosely. I gasped as his sharp teeth grazed my lip, drawing a pearl of blood that he sipped upon with a sibilant moan. Limbs rose from the pool, pulling me in to waters rising to my waist. Beneath the surface I felt tentacles coiling around my ankles,.