On a windy autumn night in 1985, near a grove of trees about an hour west of Riverton, Ennis del Mar slept fitfully on the narrow, rumpled bed in his trailer. He was having a dream in which he was back in the old apartment over the laundromat, looking out the window and filled with anticipation. A dark pickup truck drove slowly past, Jack at the
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and i love how little jack's purring "filled the room."
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Thanks for your comments
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"lying on his back, lips swollen from kissing, arms over his head while Jack, tongue drenched with Ennis' oozing fluid, licked the nests of golden armpit hair, then moved down to suck his sensitive nipples. "Oh fuck, Jack...Jack..."
heh !
hawt !!
Are you a guy?
Only guy writers wrote about pit licking usually.
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Liked this line:
Jack joked that he'd gone from "commutin' four hours a day to goin' down on Ennis three times a night."
You write about them with a lot of feeling, whether it's funny anecdotes or Ennis missing Jack after he's gone.
Looking forward to more of your stuff.
Julie
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