Tag: clit

As far as you can possibly go without fucking

The Girl That I Like.  I called her again, after months.  We chatted for ages again.  I visited again.

 

We’ve always been flirty but today we definitely went several steps beyond anything that can ever be called innocent flirting.  She asked me to guess her bra size post-baby, and bared them for a squeeze.  I squeezed.  I guessed.  I was way off, but I don’t think she minded.

 

Then she showed me explicit pictures from a sex tape she made the other day so I could see her pieced clit (which, not gonna lie, looked pretty awesome.  Always go vertical, they almost look classy)

 

It’s so fucking weird.  I want her so badly and I know she’s attracted to me too (not that that’s saying too much -her list of conquest is stuff of legend), but I don’t want to ruin our friendship and I don’t think she wants to, either.  She’s the only one who makes me feel amazing just to be around.

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