Our lips connected and he pulled me close. I walked in to his bedroom and he closed the door behind me.
He led me upstairs to his room, where he had lit a scented candle to soften the mood and remove the teenage boy smell from his room. He was shorter than I thought, and it looked like he, or his Mother, was a hoarder. He opened the door, and right from the word go, things were not what I was expecting.
We exchanged some pics, and 30 minutes later, I was parking up outside the Recruiter’s house. When pushed, I expanded – I’m a bottom looking for some NSF.
My monosyllabic response (the type that I have come to hate receiving) was simply “fun”. It was one Sunday afternoon when this 20-something ‘power top’ popped up on the big G asking me what I was looking for.
