nightray
The Nighte is my home
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This one is for Silk Parlor and my self.
Name Raymond Stills
Age: 18
Looks: 6’6 195 Raven black hair and hazel eyes well defined mussels.
IC:
I open my eyes smiling as to day I’m eighteen. “Finley I can rent those adult moves with out having to pay the cleric off.” I say softly to my self as I look up at the ceiling. I sit up and look in to the mirror seeing my self my black hair mest up from a good nights sleep my mussels moving fluidly under my shin as I stretch.
I then think of mom saying that I would have a special present to day as I was now a man. I look at my self trying to think of what it was. I hear my mom down stars moving about the kitchen the smell of backin and eggs wafting up to me from below. I get up out of bed looking at a picetcher of my mom and dad that I have up on my dresser a cloud passes over my face as I think of dad’s death in a car accident ten years ago. I shake my head thinking that was long ago let it rest.
I move out in to the hall throwing a rob over my shoulders not tying it very tight. Ever sins dads’ death mom hasn’t been to careful about keeping covered all the time as if she lost all modesty arund the outs. She’s been known to walk arund in only her flimsy nightes. I’m more modest at least wearing a rob to cover my boxes mainly to hide my obves arousal at seeing my mom in little to nothing. You would think that seeing it almost evry day would make it esear to not becum aroused but it seems to never get any esear.
I walk to the bathroom and hop in to the shower washing my self off theraly even shaving as I’ve just recently started to get stubble that needs to be shaved every few days.
Name Raymond Stills
Age: 18
Looks: 6’6 195 Raven black hair and hazel eyes well defined mussels.
IC:
I open my eyes smiling as to day I’m eighteen. “Finley I can rent those adult moves with out having to pay the cleric off.” I say softly to my self as I look up at the ceiling. I sit up and look in to the mirror seeing my self my black hair mest up from a good nights sleep my mussels moving fluidly under my shin as I stretch.
I then think of mom saying that I would have a special present to day as I was now a man. I look at my self trying to think of what it was. I hear my mom down stars moving about the kitchen the smell of backin and eggs wafting up to me from below. I get up out of bed looking at a picetcher of my mom and dad that I have up on my dresser a cloud passes over my face as I think of dad’s death in a car accident ten years ago. I shake my head thinking that was long ago let it rest.
I move out in to the hall throwing a rob over my shoulders not tying it very tight. Ever sins dads’ death mom hasn’t been to careful about keeping covered all the time as if she lost all modesty arund the outs. She’s been known to walk arund in only her flimsy nightes. I’m more modest at least wearing a rob to cover my boxes mainly to hide my obves arousal at seeing my mom in little to nothing. You would think that seeing it almost evry day would make it esear to not becum aroused but it seems to never get any esear.
I walk to the bathroom and hop in to the shower washing my self off theraly even shaving as I’ve just recently started to get stubble that needs to be shaved every few days.