Visiting my old dorm room last week on Homecoming Weekend sent me reeling with such a rush of memories of college. Although I’ve never considered myself gay, I guess the person who really introduced me to sex was my little sylph of a roommate the last two years, Chloe. Lonely weekend nights would find us slow-dancing in our room. We kissed and fondled each other into a horny frenzy. When we slumped on the bed, our horniness dissolved into a deep yearning for each other.

The memories have remained so vivid and urgent over the years as I relive the deliciousness of baring her perfect, delicate breasts and sucking them even as my busy fingers pushed aside her panties to explore her sugary, wet nest. Hushed moans sounded on our lips as we spread our legs for each other.

Hot breath, caring caresses and gentle kisses... Read More