When our mutual orgasms had subsided, and my limp cock slid out of her pussy, she made her final request of the night
. “But’ there’s more.
. Passion is what separates the men from the boys is writing stories, and I’m not talking about a half-assed “hey this could be neat…” passion either. And you don’t stop there, because what good is a character if they don’t have a world to inhabit? By the time you’ve finished you have created your own pocket universe, complete with worlds and cultures and wars and everything in between, whose sole reason for existence is your personal amusement
When our mutual orgasms had subsided, and my limp cock slid out of her pussy, she made her final request of the night
. “But’ there’s more.
. Passion is what separates the men from the boys is writing stories, and I’m not talking about a half-assed “hey this could be neat…” passion either. And you don’t stop there, because what good is a character if they don’t have a world to inhabit? By the time you’ve finished you have created your own pocket universe, complete with worlds and cultures and wars and everything in between, whose sole reason for existence is your personal amusement
When our mutual orgasms had subsided, and my limp cock slid out of her pussy, she made her final request of the night
. “But’ there’s more.
. Passion is what separates the men from the boys is writing stories, and I’m not talking about a half-assed “hey this could be neat…” passion either. And you don’t stop there, because what good is a character if they don’t have a world to inhabit? By the time you’ve finished you have created your own pocket universe, complete with worlds and cultures and wars and everything in between, whose sole reason for existence is your personal amusement
