Lance
Lance A Novelette by: Miss Deborah (Debi) Leigh Johnson One I lay on my back, snuggled deeply into the soft satin sheets of my bed. I tried to think clearly. It was hard to do. I found that I was very confused. I lay there, my head resting on Lance's left arm. I could feel the heat of his strong lithe and very masculine body beside me. I could also feel the evidence that what he was asking me to do was really really turning him on to. This is what confused me. I did not really...