Hello! You can call me Sebastian. I'm 19 year old who is pan and genderqueer, and I blog about consulting criminals, Sherlock, Cabin Pressure, Doctor Who, Supernatural, Avengers and sometimes other random stuff, like Star Trek and Star Trek TNG. Though Mostly Sherlock. Feel free to drop me an ask! ((especially if you're from MA because I swear there is no one in this fucking state)) I love hearing from people. Hugs to you all!
(6) Martin chose to prepare himself, to make sure he was slicked and able to take three of his own fingers, kissing Molly with increasing passion the whole while, and so she knows this shouldn’t hurt him; the dildo still looks too big to her. Molly holds onto the base of it, pushing till she sees and feels the slight give, and at Martin’s back of the throat squeak, she backs off, asking softly, “Too much?” Martin shakes his head. “No, it’s… intense. Go on, please. It’s good.”
<<How could I have been so stupid?>> You thought, biting your lower lip. <<How could I have let this happen?>> You shivered as you remembered the complete and utter terror you felt when you opened the black envelope that came in the mail -- the nervousness already reaching your fingers as you pealed away the wax seal that contained only the initials JM.