Office MILF
#62 of shorts mike and the office mom have an encounter after a party that changes the dynamic of their platonic relationship. this is a work of fiction.
Brotherly bonding
He always had an unusual relationship with anders, one that whilst still being a brotherly friendship, bordered into a territory of admiration that felt more than platonic, but not quite romantic or erotic.
When Bonds Move Further
And any time before, the sensual rubbings were strictly, and simply platonic for them both.
After School Super Hero Club: Chapter One - Superheroes Do Exist
He began running scenarios in his head as to how to turn these platonic dates into some action.
Sugar Cookies
It sounded like the perfect mission for hunter to embark on, even if it did only end platonically like every social endeavor in the past. why the hell not? after all, hunter was the subject matter expert.
Collie's Conflict
So if the friendly collie wanted to get a good, platonic view of them while he relaxed, he hardly minded the eyes, as long as it stayed purely visual.
The O-Zone
Selection of members of the public across all social and economic classes showed regular people making use of it in their homes, with partners, spouses, with friends who found themselves sharing in these immensely intimate and personal acts with previously platonic
Dead To Me
Just, platonically, she meant. but, like, sharing the bed, maybe sleeping, maybe staying awake talking. she said she'd been in a lot of alleys, and it's nice, it's fun, and she likes it, but like..."
Perfect for You
Always kept their relationship platonic simply because, to her knowledge, it had never been seriously considered by either one of them to attempt anything else. but, now?
Afterthought
My relationship with hannah was pretty much like my relationship with tiffany: platonic in all but name. again, hannah brought up the idea of sex, and i thought i'd give it a try again.
The Pleasures of Servitude
I scampered off to the kitchen, fixed myself a sandwich and a hot milk, and sat there, in the near-dark, chewing platonically -what just happened? does she like me? does she hate me? does she see me as nothing more than a tool? do i even care?
The Pleasures of Servitude
I scampered off to the kitchen, fixed myself a sandwich and a hot milk, and sat there, in the near-dark, chewing platonically -what just happened? does she like me? does she hate me? does she see me as nothing more than a tool? do i even care?