August 2017 Sketchbook Pt. 2 (Patreon)

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Here's the sketchbook for you! A little late, but almost caught up with August's perks :)

Here's some little stories for some of the sketches:

Secret of Skirts - Club nights were usually not Parker's thing, but he found himself enjoying the view when Taryn arrived for pre-drinks wearing a corset, skirt and thigh-high stockings. When it came time to pile into the car, Kaj - their designated driver - reluctantly admitted there might not be enough space for all six of them in the car, so could Taryn sit on someone's lap? Parker, of course, volunteered. Taryn settled into his lap comfortably, and Parker turned up the music. Their friends started dancing, and Taryn joined in, his hips making sensuous figure eights in Parker's lap. Parker tried to keep in control, but the buzz and the rhythm of the music was a potent combination. Taryn didn't seem to mind Parker's indecent reaction. In fact, he started to grind much more deliberately. The horse flushed, but his friends didn't seem to notice or care, and the music was too loud for them to hear when Taryn whispered, "you know, I'm not wearing anything under the skirt." Parker felt all the heat in his body flooding south as Taryn reached behind him and deftly undid his fly. It required some stealthy wiggling, but with all the dancing and laughter, it was easy to disguise as Taryn manoeuvred onto his throbbing cock and continued to give Parker the most risqué lap dance he'd ever experienced.

Size Queen - Calla had always been lacking in the height department. This had never really bothered her, except that she quite fancied a lot of the football team, and they seemed too afraid of breaking her to make a move. Tired of being treated like a little lamb, Calla headed to the bar wearing a fashion forward trench coat, and nothing else. When she got to the bar, she immediately turned it in at coat check and watched as several jaws dropped. Boldly, she scouted out the largest man in the room - a pit bull who stood well head and shoulders above her, and hooked a finger in his belt loop. "Buy me a drink?" she asked, gazing up at him through her lashes. "Sure," he said, grinning. "My name's Gallahad." He followed her to the bar. She didn't take her hand off his belt the whole time. As the bartender poured, she undid the belt with practiced authority. "Actually, I was hoping for more than just a drink," she said. Sneaking a hand into his open fly and grasped his cock firmly, it was clear he was all in proportion. Her hand barely fit around the girth of him. "Y-you sure?" Gallahad asked as she turned and climbed on top of a bar stool. She looked over her shoulder at him and rolled her eyes. "Do you need a hand-written invitation?" The barman didn't seem thrilled as they made ample use of his bar, but it seemed the audience they drew, and the drinks they bought, more than made up for the mess they left behind. Her reputation as a size queen meant that no one ever questioned her sexual adaptability, and she would never go unsatisfied again.