JMonique
Kyle's Story...Part 1.5 tease
As Kyle finally reclaims his sanity the phone rings. What’s up bee-aa-ch? Who’s this? Your road dog he says. Don’t play games Lance, where the fuck are you and I’m not in the mood for your shit! I just got rid of another troll and I’m running late. If you came over to the other side you might not want to kick him out so fast. You know, when you’re done using and abusing them. Lance is Kyle’s longtime friend. They’ve known each other from childhood. Whereas Kyle loves the girls, Lance loves the boys. Lance has been trying to coax Kyle to the other side for years. He even believes Kyle would be more satisfied if he just gave it a chance.
Kyle's Story...Part 1
Kyle awoke in his California king size bed having yet another hang over and another simple, unnamed, tramp stamped chick lying next to him. Kyle is an overly attractive young man. A chiseled almost sculptured face, deep set dark green eyes and lashes that any woman would kill for. His 6’2” statuesque physique would be the glory for any man to work out for and have most women pining to be with. While removing the sleep from his eyes and pushing his curly brown hair from his face, he rolled over and looked at this ambiguous creature and thought, how the hell did she get here and how can I get her the hell out of here. With a gentle nudge on here posterior the woman didn’t move. As Kyle rolled his eyes he gave her a more intentional push. She on the other hand was sprawled out, dead to the world and having no intention of moving. Kyle thought, maybe I should give her a good slap or maybe dump a bucket of water all over her 5’7” naked frame but then he thought, I might ruin my kumi kookoon charmeuse silk sheets, so of course that wouldn’t do.
