fukensploogin
where it counts
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OOC Thread can be found here: https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=517655
This thread is closed for myself and Nefarious Pride. Any comments, suggestions, questions, whatever can be posted in the OOC.
And so it begins...
Pierce Talent pulled his big U-Haul truck to a stop next to the curb in front of the student apartments just off campus. He was a sophomore and was quite excited to have a place off-campus, to not be living in the dorms anymore. It was early on a Tuesday morning, moving-in day. Pierce hoped he was the first one; he wanted to claim first dibs on the master bedroom, if there was one.
He got out of the truck, carrying a backpack and lugging a milk crate full of kitchen tools. His blond hair was perfectly spikey, and he hefted the heavy crate with ease. He unlocked the front building door and then climbed the four stories to the top floor. The apartment took up half the floor; there was another, mirror-image apartment on the other side. He opened the door and found the place empty. He was first. Perfect.
He took the milkcrate to the kitchen, and walked around, opening all the doors, flipping on lights. He found the large room at the end of the hallway, and opened the window. Nice view of some of the buildings on campus. That settled it.
He heard a knock on the door, and the creak as it slowly swung open, and he left his new bedroom to see who it was.
This thread is closed for myself and Nefarious Pride. Any comments, suggestions, questions, whatever can be posted in the OOC.
And so it begins...
Pierce Talent pulled his big U-Haul truck to a stop next to the curb in front of the student apartments just off campus. He was a sophomore and was quite excited to have a place off-campus, to not be living in the dorms anymore. It was early on a Tuesday morning, moving-in day. Pierce hoped he was the first one; he wanted to claim first dibs on the master bedroom, if there was one.
He got out of the truck, carrying a backpack and lugging a milk crate full of kitchen tools. His blond hair was perfectly spikey, and he hefted the heavy crate with ease. He unlocked the front building door and then climbed the four stories to the top floor. The apartment took up half the floor; there was another, mirror-image apartment on the other side. He opened the door and found the place empty. He was first. Perfect.
He took the milkcrate to the kitchen, and walked around, opening all the doors, flipping on lights. He found the large room at the end of the hallway, and opened the window. Nice view of some of the buildings on campus. That settled it.
He heard a knock on the door, and the creak as it slowly swung open, and he left his new bedroom to see who it was.