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A series of vignettes, mere scenes of sexual activity. Originally written for a magazine publication that never came about.
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I liked these stories. Too bad they are just snippets.
(posted from the Item Information Page)
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"Too bad"? You actually want more of any one of these???
These were written for profit, for a magazine that never reached print. (Still got paid for them, though, YAY!)
I have no plans of doing anything with any of these. Sorry.
Glad you liked them, though.
Eric Storm
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Good story confused if she is spooning him her tits pressed into his back he wouldn't be able to hug her let alone drap his arm around her breast.
(posted from Keeping Warm)
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I think you should read the story again, this time without the speed-reading. They both turned over very shortly after getting into bed.
Eric Storm wrote:
"Celia..." he started to protest.
"You're just as cold as I am," she said. The house was chilling rapidly, and the fire had not begun to take hold. "We have to sleep close together, or we'll get sick."
"Okay, but... could you turn over?" It feels weird..."
"Promise to turn over, too, so we can press together for warmth?"
"Yeah, sure."
Derek didn't know this was something of a mistake. He'd felt weird with his sister's tits pressing into his back. He had not anticipated what having her butt pressing against his crotch would do. He could feel himself stiffening, and he tried to keep it down. He lay next to her, unmoving.
"Dammit, Derek, you have to put an arm around me. Pretend I'm Monica." Monica was Derek's last girlfriend.
This little blurb represents 6.1% of the story's entire length. How the hell do you miss that much all in one spot?
Eric Storm
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