Dearest Milton James

by N.R. Walker

“So he does go off to war and I’m going to blubber like Judy Blume.” “Like who?” “I don’t know. My mum says that.”

Le sigh, Im so old

Julian put his hand on my arm. He looked two parts concerned, four parts amused, a billion parts sexy as fuck. I never was any good at maths.

There was no way I could take him all, not even close. But I worked the head of his cock like a Chupa Chup, and I was rewarded for my efforts.