I was born covered with a fine yellow fur. A genetic kink they called it, an asset I called it as I grew up. They called my Monkey. I was the iconic chick magnet. / (Reviews)
I, Steve, am in my room (still living at home) studying when I hear my older sister, Michelle, and my younger sister, Lisa, in Lisa's room, and the conversation and subsequent actions are... well, unexpected. Or read and be the judge yourself. As a non-native English speaker (I'm Swedish), please forgive the occasional grammatical error or awkward phrasing.
Okay, so I was a fucked up fifteen-year-old, spoiled rotten brat with no real concept of how things really work. That all started to change when I moved in with my Aunt. Boy, did it change!
Tess is struck by a bolt of love in what she thinks of as the most unlikely of places - a baptism. Warning: This story may not be to everyone's tastes, but that's not about squicks. I conceived this story in response to a comment in Frank Downey's blog about the stupidity of virgin marriage, and it is about a relationship in the context of being christian. There is sex, but there's also religion, which some have found uncomfortable