09-28-2016, 07:30 AM
Golly gosh damn jeez! (with double "e"s this time :p )
I'll keep it R-rated because visuals.
A while back,I was 18,was a few months after my birthday and the guy I was with at the time couldn't be more happier (if you know what I mean)...a real pillar of anticipation, a flag raised high with a green light flaring. So we get to his place and all goes smooth (as smooth as it can be with peeling layers of clothes with the dexterity of Captain Hook meets an overanxious Sponge Bob (keeping it nautical). Needless to say, we bumped stuff accidentally more that we bumped...our souls in the wonderful union of bodies (yeah right
).
After a bit of rocking, key in the door, his mom was home 2 hours early. Panic! Go, hide! Where? Closet? Closet! What? Yes! So I ducked in the closet, curled up embryo mode on some clothes,knees to my chin. For the next aching hour I was delivered my clothes through the crack in the closet doors. Shivering each time his mom passed by and holding my breathe -as if? Then a break,his mom goes out again for groceries and I stumble out of there like I was just container-shipped seeking asylum. Managed to get dressed,duck out and shoo!
All ended well, a sigh of relief from the goosebump shivers of that panicky fear...except we couldn't find my panties until the next day when he brought'em back. Upside - he didn't keep them as a token, downside - I was wearing a skirt.
And we lived happily ever after a few weeks before we broke up lol.
The end.
I'll keep it R-rated because visuals.
A while back,I was 18,was a few months after my birthday and the guy I was with at the time couldn't be more happier (if you know what I mean)...a real pillar of anticipation, a flag raised high with a green light flaring. So we get to his place and all goes smooth (as smooth as it can be with peeling layers of clothes with the dexterity of Captain Hook meets an overanxious Sponge Bob (keeping it nautical). Needless to say, we bumped stuff accidentally more that we bumped...our souls in the wonderful union of bodies (yeah right
). After a bit of rocking, key in the door, his mom was home 2 hours early. Panic! Go, hide! Where? Closet? Closet! What? Yes! So I ducked in the closet, curled up embryo mode on some clothes,knees to my chin. For the next aching hour I was delivered my clothes through the crack in the closet doors. Shivering each time his mom passed by and holding my breathe -as if? Then a break,his mom goes out again for groceries and I stumble out of there like I was just container-shipped seeking asylum. Managed to get dressed,duck out and shoo!
All ended well, a sigh of relief from the goosebump shivers of that panicky fear...except we couldn't find my panties until the next day when he brought'em back. Upside - he didn't keep them as a token, downside - I was wearing a skirt.
And we lived happily ever after a few weeks before we broke up lol.
The end.