Chapters tagged band dynamics

by oldtoad78

Chapter 8

I slouched into the stool like I owned the fucking place, fries between my fingers, jeans barely zipped, dick half-hard and arrogant. The room smelled like beer, sweat, and the musk of the goth waitress still drying on my skin. I popped another fry in my mouth, slow and greasy, c...

by oldtoad78

Chapter 8

I slouched into the stool like I owned the fucking place, fries between my fingers, jeans barely zipped, dick half-hard and arrogant. The room smelled like beer, sweat, and my own mess drying on wood, but I was too far gone to care. I tossed another fry into my mouth, slow-chewin...