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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Young and Ambitious
My life is comical.

Submitted: September 04, 2016

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Submitted: September 04, 2016



Casually reminding her of my undeniable awkwardness, in such a situation as this, did nothing more than amuse. She leant in closer, as if to get a better look of the inside of my head. She whispered…


“Touch me.” Eager to oblige, I adjusted myself. 


Side note: Apparently warm-ups are not at all sexy, but in my opinion, entirely necessary. 


As I finished my final knuckle crack, I realised my procrastination could go on, no longer. The sudden feeling of dread, flushed through me. Visible from the shade of puce, my face had now adorned. 


“So… er…” 


Before I could muster any word-like sound, she grabbed my hands, and thrusted them towards her chest. 


“Oh,” I thought to myself. “This is nice.” 


Boobs are wonderful things. One for each hand, as if it was planned as so. This was the moment I realised the Gay-Life was for me. All aboard the Lez-Train! Destination, down under, if you get what I mean… 




“Shite, what have I done?” I frantically recalled my hands in fear. 


“Im straight.”

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