"hey, it's true, i love you! I'm the one who asked mom to call in and ask your dad for me to stay here before i go back to our place because I missed ...anging out and playing with you. I missed my little cutie pie." he whispers."hmmm.. yeah really, i missed you too,, and i love you too.." i faced him and look him straight in the eye.Suddenly Mike just kissed me, slowly, that i can't stop myself to kissed him back and finally grabbed the chance to taste his sweet lips as he is with mine. Now he. He was gorgeous standing at 6’1 about 210lbs of pure muscle, deep brown eyes and dark brown hair. The pub was my usual haunt, the girls and I would go down on a Friday night for drinks and a dance, some of them would bring their boyfriends but I had been single for quite a while and never brought anyone with me. The Living had never played at the pub before, but they were fantastic everyone cheered for them that night. After that they would be there nearly every fortnight to play, their fan. I don’t expect you to believe, I just wanted to say it. With that, enjoy and have a Merry Christmas. All rights reserved. Chapter 1 Never write a novel. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. Let me try again. Never write a fucking novel, you idiot. I was happy with my life until I did. And then as soon as it published, everything turned to shit flavored frozen rain. And this is the most important thing… Whatever you do, never write a goddamn successful novel, you fucking idiot! ***** As you. With the same movement, my shoulders touched the inside of your thigh.Your breathing became louder and quicker, a tiny moan was audible. You became warm, then hot. Your lower body lifted up higher, you gasped, trembled. Your hips moved up and down rapidly, pressing your bum cheeks against my hand underneath with each downward thrust, my finger pressed against the entrance to your anus. Perspiration was beginning to collect in the cleft of your ass. My mouth clung to your pussy, my tongue.