Desperate For A Taste
When I see my stepdad napping by the pool, I decide to get a taste of what I've been craving.
Looking out my bedroom window, I see my stepdad taking a nap on the pool lounger, one arm thrown over his face. His muscular chest is shiny with sweat and begging to be licked. Despite him being more than double my age, I have been obsessed with tasting him since he met my mom when I was seventeen. Three years later and the craving has only gotten stronger. The longer I watch him, the hotter I get, imagining what it would...