"I did not have sexual relations with that woman."
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The first time Don Whittaker heard those infamous words was on January 26th, 1998, when then president Bill Clinton went on national television to deliver his verbal rejection of the notion that a...
Thank y'all so much for the well wishes and amens, babyyyy y'all done took me to church with that one ✨I have never felt so damn anointed... and childless, praise be to the most high and HEAVY on childless We are still in bed so who knows, perhaps more chapters when I'm not sliding down walls bargaining with both heaven and hell to take me out the game early cause this pain is actually insane Anyhooo, enjoy! xoxo
Don
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Whatever hopes of making it through this trip as simply friends was quickly going to shit.
Every time this man decided to touch me, I caved like a fucking sink hole with just one level of dirt above it. Just not a single thought behind this skull of mine as soon as I felt him.
"I... I'm sorry, I didn't-"
"It's... it's okay," I assured Carson, turning to him from this spot on the bed. The very spot he had just pushed me back onto, and I had been all too willing to lay back on once I felt those lips of his on my own.
I now found my gaze lowering to his lips a moment, watching as his tongue slowly slid out to moisten them.
"You're too tempting," Carson whispered to me, forcing me to my feet immediately before I fell back into this. Whatever this witchcraft was.
"And yet," I insisted, "you have to exercise some self control."
"I believe it was your lips that met mine first." He countered, forcing me to turn to him fully, both hands on my hips now as he sat at the end of the bed staring up at me with a sly grin.
"And it was your lips that-... well, that met other parts of me first." I mumbled back as my right hand left my hip and reached up to the side of my neck Carson had started kissing. "If you touch me, I'll... I'll respond."
Carson's eyes darkened at that immediately, letting me know I had just said the opposite of something that could possibly cool this man down. My assumptions were only confirmed when he suddenly reached for my left arm and yanked me into him, forcing me down into a straddled position on his lap.
"And you have no fucking idea how much that turned me on," he whispered to me with those rich green eyes of his now fixed on my light ones. "I feel like my family has gotten to enjoy you and Dylan's attention more than I have today."
"Carson, you're such a child," I whispered back as my hold on the front of his shirt tightened. I shifted slightly, causing Carson's hands to grip my waist tight, pressing his fingers into me above my shirt. "And wasn't that the point? For us to meet your family?"
"Well... I mean yeah, but I also want you to see more, and for me to see you more." Carson whined, his hold now around my waist getting even more secure there. I found a hand of mine slowly detaching from the front of his faded shirt, to reach up and gently push back the locks of some of his longer hair that had fallen forward towards his perfect face. Carson smiled at me immediately, his face just inches from mine to give me a front row seat of that dazzling smile too..
