My mom's a published writer (1 fiction) and has taught creative writing, childrens lit, and "bonehead english" she has no idea whatsoever that I have even the slightest interest in writing. She's no prude, but I just don't have the balls. No one else knows either.
What I lack in literary talent, I make up for in the depth of my closet.
Why is it that no matter how much time you spend proofing and rereading and no matter how satisfied you are with your work, there is always some small improvement that is invisible until immediately after you push the 'submit' button. Or am I the only one?
Really? Sniff!
Yeah, I was staying at my friend's house overnight and we were reading a porno magazine that had this hot black chick swallowing this guy's huge cock and he dared me to do that to him. I took his whole cock and swallowed it and just held it in my throat. i looked at him and he was looking at the magazine. I just held it there and swallowed against it a few times. After a while he said " I'm gonna cum". I took it out and said he'd have to jerk it off so I watched him pump it until he shot a huge load all over his stomach.