Chapter 48: That Night and Carl’s Great Plan
November 27, 2015
I was a writer then; I am a writer now. But I wasn’t someone who kept a diary. Never. Not once in my life. Not a blog. Not a book of daily events. Not a journal. But if I did keep one of those written accessories to life, it would have read about that night:
Hot s*x in Carl’s bed after midnight. His forced tongue along my firm d**k. His fingers against my balls, compressing them with too much force. His licks and laps to my scrotum, sucking my balls, biting at one of my inner thighs, then the other inner thigh. His fingertips rolling over each of my abs, one after the next after the next after the next. The way he dipped one of those fingertips inside my navel, pressing it there, holding it there. And biting at my n*****s. L
