Eli West
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4 Stories by Eli West
Spit dripping from his fingers, Tom’s hand feels familiar under my dress; his forefinger pulling my panties to one side with surgical...
She was the third or fourth dancer we watched that night. We were sitting a few chairs back from the main stage...
I remember the first time I masturbated in front of him. It was over webcam; this was pre-FaceTime. I was nervous, fumbling — at...
I spent the afternoon setting the stage, thinking through the experience and unboxing my new sex toys. I thought through how to...
