Tell Me Something to Make Me Hate you
by HandJob Blog
“Rich,” says that one girl, “tell me a story.”
“Okay. This—”
“No, wait. Tell me something that will make me hate you.”
“You sure?”
She nods vigorously.
“Okay. You remember when I was in school, that humor magazine
I edited?”
More nodding. She arranges herself, Indian-style, on the bed,
one hand resting on a thigh, the other alighting first on a knee,
then a breast, then on the cool sheets before her.
“You sure you…?”
She nods again and bites her lower lip.
...End of the part1. To be continued..