Gay sex pizza delivery
Italian Meat: A Gay Pizza Delivery Guy Fantasy Reach True
There is a new Italian restaurant in the town. Gregory decides to order a pizza online. When the delivery guy shows up at his door, Gregory is so impressed by how sexy and handsome he is. He will try to seduce him but it does not work the first occasion so he has to keep trying by ordering more from this restaurant. Finally, things work out for him, and he gets what he desperately wants.
Italian Meat is a short sex story, enjoyable to read and entertaining. I liked the composer giving enough details about the characters’ look in the different situations. The story has two characters only, Gregory and Alessandro. The chemistry between these two characters has its erotic and sexual tension, making the whole situation and their final one-night stand believable. The sex scene was hot and the author does provide unlike sexual positions which I think will please the majority of the erotica readers. I have not read anything before by Michael Oliveira and looking forward to reading more of his books.
The Review
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"Your pizza, sir," he says, unvelcroing the front flap of the warming bag to draw out two boxes, handing them over with a shallow bow.
"Thank you," the man replies, setting his pizza on a tiny table beside the door then turning his attention back to Jisung, his gaze roaming very obviously down the length of Jisung's body before lifting back to his encounter. "You got it here so fast, I'm impressed."
"We pride ourselves on providing the best service workable to our most committed customers," Jisung recites with another bow.
"Is that so?" the man responds, eyebrows raising a millimeter. "And what if my loyalty is to a certain handsome delivery boy and not to the restaurant itself?"
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Prompt : He gets more than a free order of breadsticks with his pizza delivery.
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On Monday I spent the morning listening to the 9th Circuit oral arguments for and against Prop. 8, the voter initiative that amended the California constitution to discriminate against people who wish to enter into a same-sex marriage. The history of gay marriage, or more correctly the history of the struggle against gay marriage, is long and confusing. But the reason we’re writing about gay marriage on our blog is that we are one of the 18, couples that were lucky enough to legally wed in California during that brief window in when same-sex marriage was legal. We’ve been married now for two years and, this Friday, December 10th, we honor our 18th anniversary of the night we met at The Trapp (insert joke here), a same-sex attracted bar in Salt Lake City.
As I’m listening to the court case I’m also thinking about, what else, food. Rummaging through the fridge, I detect a pizza dough just waiting to be transformed into something delicious. Then something one of the judges said struck me as an odd question: “What makes gay marriage gay? Isn’t marriage just marriage?”
My mind started to wander back to my college days with thoughts of late night pizza and philosophical di
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“You’re fast,” the man remarks, leaning on the doorframe in an alluring way. “I called like, 15 minutes ago. Impressive.” He shifts his weight as he crosses his arms, revealing another sliver of leg behind that flowing pink robe. Oh god.
“Yep,” Jungkook says, eyes fixed firmly on the pizza box in his hands. “Customer service. It’s our, um, speciality.” He’s pretty sure his hat is dripping water at this direct, fully drenched.
“I’ll say.” The man sounds amused, but Jungkook can’t tell if he’s laughing or not because he refuses to look at the man’s face. Looking at his face would mean catching sight of his prolonged legs framed by pink faux fur, or his possibly bare chest, and Jungkook can’t handle any of that right now. Who wears this gentle of thing anyways, especially when it's 40 degrees and pouring rain?
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