Sugar-Coated Sex, Part II
Start here. I had to wait four months for this, you can last four minutes to read the start of this sexcapade.
Candyman led me by the hand from the sidewalk up to his place. He opened the door for me and I saw the classic divorced guy apartment: huge widescreen tv, Playstation, couch, and no other furniture. Nothing on the walls, not even a nudie calendar.
“How long have you lived here?” I asked him, amused at his blatant bachelordom.
“A couple months. But we’re not staying out here.” And with that he led me straight to the bedroom.
