Pleasure yourself - Revision history

BakaG: Undo revision 280503 by DirtyMeStoryTime (Talk) "Glans" is actually a proper term for the head of the penis.

2016-03-25T00:11:29Z

Undo revision 280503 by DirtyMeStoryTime (Talk) "Glans" is actually a proper term for the head of the penis.

←Older revision		Revision as of 00:11, 25 March 2016
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-	The figments of dream gather in a precise picture and your heart flutters as a blush creeps on your cheeks while you pull the skin down over your ~~glands~~ with a stroke of your hand.	+	The figments of dream gather in a precise picture and your heart flutters as a blush creeps on your cheeks while you pull the skin down over your glans with a stroke of your hand.

	''Ron, laying atop his bed... you remember the way his arm moved, as if underwater. There was a sort of gravitas to every moment your father made. You remember the lush head of his cock peeking out from his fist. And, after, your father's toes curled against the bedpost as...''		''Ron, laying atop his bed... you remember the way his arm moved, as if underwater. There was a sort of gravitas to every moment your father made. You remember the lush head of his cock peeking out from his fist. And, after, your father's toes curled against the bedpost as...''

DirtyMeStoryTime: glans to glands

2016-03-24T01:48:59Z

glans to glands

←Older revision		Revision as of 01:48, 24 March 2016
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-	The figments of dream gather in a precise picture and your heart flutters as a blush creeps on your cheeks while you pull the skin down over your ~~glans~~ with a stroke of your hand.	+	The figments of dream gather in a precise picture and your heart flutters as a blush creeps on your cheeks while you pull the skin down over your glands with a stroke of your hand.

	''Ron, laying atop his bed... you remember the way his arm moved, as if underwater. There was a sort of gravitas to every moment your father made. You remember the lush head of his cock peeking out from his fist. And, after, your father's toes curled against the bedpost as...''		''Ron, laying atop his bed... you remember the way his arm moved, as if underwater. There was a sort of gravitas to every moment your father made. You remember the lush head of his cock peeking out from his fist. And, after, your father's toes curled against the bedpost as...''

Hewigkeit at 11:54, 22 March 2016

2016-03-22T11:54:46Z

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-	The figments of dream gather in a precise picture and your heart flutters as a blush creeps on your cheeks while you pull the skin down over your glans with a stroke of your hand. ''Ron, laying atop his bed... you remember the way his arm moved, as if underwater. There was a sort of gravitas to every moment your father made. You remember the lush head of his cock peeking out from his fist. And, after, your father's toes curled against the bedpost as...''	+	The figments of dream gather in a precise picture and your heart flutters as a blush creeps on your cheeks while you pull the skin down over your glans with a stroke of your hand.
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		+	''Ron, laying atop his bed... you remember the way his arm moved, as if underwater. There was a sort of gravitas to every moment your father made. You remember the lush head of his cock peeking out from his fist. And, after, your father's toes curled against the bedpost as...''

	The door creaks.		The door creaks.
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	[[Cover yourself]]		[[Cover yourself]]

-	[[Stare back]]	+	[[Stare back at John]]

	[[Category: An Adventure in Taboo]]		[[Category: An Adventure in Taboo]]

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2016-03-22T11:53:40Z

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The figments of dream gather in a precise picture and your heart flutters as a blush creeps on your cheeks while you pull the skin down over your glans with a stroke of your hand. ''Ron, laying atop his bed... you remember the way his arm moved, as if underwater. There was a sort of gravitas to every moment your father made. You remember the lush head of his cock peeking out from his fist. And, after, your father's toes curled against the bedpost as...''

The door creaks.

"Is anyone he-" John stops mid-sentence as your eyes lock.

[[Cover yourself]]

[[Stare back]]

[[Category: An Adventure in Taboo]]