what not to read #1,600,049

[cimorene]

+stories that begin

I fell in love with my Master when I was sixteen. Just standing next to him, anywhere, anytime, made my palms sweat. He could say, "Good Morning, Padawan," and I'd become fully, painfully erect, seemingly for the rest of the day. I wanted him so badly that I could think of nothing else for weeks on end. I loved being with him, being his Padawan. Having the right to just be near him.

Comments

[flyingcheerio.livejournal.com]

Haha, sweaty palms, how romantic!

[mirabella]

Dude, I just read one where the two of them spent like fifty pages arguing over homework and grades and curfews and then jumped each other. Am now going to take a shower and then spork out my eyes.