On The Ropes (Down For The Count) - Plot & Excerpts
—Muhammad Ali I wake this morning with a raging hard-on. My dreams had been filled with Salem. The way her soft, sensual lips brushed up against my cheek. The smell of her sweet, fruity perfume; I can still smell it on my body from sitting in her car for so many hours last night. The way her fingers ran down my arm and how they lingered there for a moment. Everything about her excites me. I turn from my stomach to my side, trying to get more comfortable, and reach into my boxers to adjust myself. My erection is so hard it hurts; I need a release. I’m not sure I can handle spending any amount of time with her like this. At this rate, I may explode in my pants at dinner. I pull down the front of my boxers and my cock springs free. With a slow and steady movement, I begin sliding my hand up and down the shaft, quickly realizing that I’m going to need some lube. Dry skin on skin is not a pleasant feeling, too much friction. I jump up from my bed and I’m at my dresser within a few paces.
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