Amanda’s Wicked Fantasies
Amanda’s Wicked Fantasies As soon as I laid eyes on Larry, my 50-year-old neighbor who had recently moved into our apartment building, I knew he would be the object of my desire. He was a tall drink of water with salt and pepper hair, piercing blue eyes, and an air of confidence that made me weak in the knees. The way his muscles stretched against his shirt as he carried boxes into his new place had me imagining all sorts of dirty things. I couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to have him between my legs, …
