One of my greatest regrets was not getting this magazine. I can’t even find it secondhand. Winston Duke on a COVER of a mag is all I need for my collection.
Just look at that cover shot! Imagine crawling toward him and he just there, sittin, posted; on alert and ready! Ugh
I did NOT need that visual…gently falling to your knees and slowly crawling toward him as he leans back, watching you in anticipation for what’s to come, eyes darkening with lust as you come closer to worship him properly…
Sorry, I don’t know where that burst of nonsense came from.
Oh girl, you finna be a PROBLEM i see! As soon as I think im done, you pull me back IN! Why you so extra?? I dont need this much inspiration, in front of my salad!
The ride home was quiet. John drove fast, sometimes glancing over at me before pulling his eyes reluctantly back to the road. The quick fuck against the car had alleviated the need between us for a bit but it was building back up again, just as it always did. Threatening to take us both over if we didn’t give in to its incessant demands.
It had been like this between us since the first time we had met. We were drawn to each other before we had even exchanged two words. I knew who he was, of course. He was the goofy guy, the one that made all the jokes and always had a smile and a hug for anyone that wanted it. It wasn’t until I got to know him better that I found out about his other side, his darker side. The one he kept hidden from the world.
We’d been dating for a few weeks and hadn’t even slept together yet the first time that I saw a hint that maybe the goofy exterior wasn’t the only part of John. It scared me a little but, if I’m honest, scared wasn’t the most prevalent feeling that I had…
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