44 Chapters About 4 Men

by B.B. Easton

Because my nerves were fucking shot by the time I met Ken, my heart was riding in on fumes, and the stability and security and sanity he offered was a soothing balm to my spent scorched soul.

“It’s not the size of the dog in the fight. It’s the size of the fight in the dog.”

It turned out that Knight loved eating pussy almost as much as he loved, um…well, he didn’t really love anything, except for me, if you could believe the angry all-caps scribble that was ticking like a time bomb in my pocket.

I had zero experience with peni, but I was great with visual-spatial reasoning, and there was no way that D was going to fit in my V.

For some reason his broken soul had chosen me to love, and he was doing it fearlessly. He should have been afraid I would reject him, like his parents, like the rest of the world. He shouldn’t have been able to open up, but he did, my brave Knight. He saw something in me worthy of his trust, of his love, and I knew he would fight to the death to protect it.

The only problem was, despite the fact that I was experiencing what reverse childbirth must feel like, I was already in my happy place. I was being worshipped by the devil himself, and I never wanted it to end.

And that’s when it occurred to me. Not ten minutes ago, that exact same nipple had been in the baby’s mouth. And a few years ago, it had been in my son’s mouth. So, this is what a family is, I thought. Just a houseful of people who’ve all sucked on your tits. And have also been inside your vagina.