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021: Cloud Fifty
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2026-08-13 23:02:51
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The QB’s Nerdy Addiction 123: Never Touching Alcohol Ever Again
"We're here."Trey's voice clears my vision as I stare blankly at his back. I’m currently sitting on the rear seat of Gigi, my arms loosely wrapped around Trey’s waist. Or rather, my fingers are frozen just inches away from his skin, completely transfixed by the map of scars scattered across his flesh.Wait. We're here?Snapping out of my daze, I lift my head. Sure enough, the familiar brick facade of my dorm building mounts right in front of us.Whatever intoxicating, reckless haze had been clouding my brain had already poofed away, leaving behind a face-smacking sober reality. If the sheer stupidity of the stunt I pulled on the Naughty Brats sidewalk wasn't enough to sober me up, the sinking realization of how childish I acted definitely did the trick.And yet, despite how horribly I behaved, what did Trey do right after ditching the crowd?He’d ridden us over to a 24-hour drive-thru, ordered food, and practically forced a burger into my hands stating he’d heard my stomach growling.
The QB’s Nerdy Addiction 122: Little White Lies
I peek through my glasses to see a woman in her late thirties striding purposefully toward us. Judging by her sharp blazer, professional suit pants, and the briefcase in her hand, she’s clearly just getting off a late shift at work. And if her posture is anything to go by, she radiates fierce, protective feminist energy. Absolute perfection."Everyone calm the fuck down," Trey’s voice is tight with frustration as he glares at the approaching woman. "She's my girlfriend. She's just heavily intoxicated and acting like a complete brat."The woman stops ten feet away and levels him with a withering glare. "Yeah, right. That’s what Jeffrey Dahmer said, young man–and guess what happened to the unfortunate souls he claimed were his boyfriends?"Trey looks like he's about to tear his own hair out. He ignores the woman, dropping his gaze back down to me, dropping his voice into something desperate and pleading. "Sweetheart... please, for the love of all things holy, stop this bullshit. It's ge
The QB’s Nerdy Addiction 121: Plan B
"Don't even think about it, sweetheart."Yup.Your ears are not deceiving you. That is precisely what Trey flipping Parker just murmured without a single trace of hesitation.And that is not even the most terrifying part. The absolute worst part of this entire fiasco is that Trey’s eyes are still closed.Yet somehow–as if he possesses some ungodly, supernatural radar specifically calibrated to sense every single one of my chaotic impulses–his large hands shoot out to clamp down around my wrist right at the hem of my shirt–okay maybe, his shirt–before I can even lift it an inch.My eyes round until they rival dinner plates in shock.Then, in slow-motion fashion worthy of a dramatic movie sequence, Trey finally opens his eyes. That signature smirk is firmly plastered across his lips, and his icy blue orbs are completely serene. There is zero trace of his inner beast. No dark, pitch-black hunger. Just pure, infuriating calm.Duuuuck.Knowing how effortlessly he anticipated my move pisses
The QB’s Nerdy Addiction 120: The Logic Of A Drunk Queen
SKYLAR I have a serious bone to pick with every single person who has ever gotten drunk in the history of the human race. That’s right. If you are among the tens of thousands of people who have ever taken a shot, raised a glass, or passed out on a bathroom floor–hands up! You are under arrest for the heinous crime of gatekeeping, and you have the right to remain silent because– You know what? Duck your rights. You lost all your rights the second you kept this incredible, life-changing magic a secret from me! Why on earth did nobody ever mention that being drunk feels like this?! I feel like I’m on top of the world. I feel bold, uninhibited, and brimming with so much confidence–a feeling I’ve quite literally craved and lacked for my entire twenty-two years of existence. If this were normal, boring, sober Skylar sitting on this motorcycle, there is zero chance I would have been brave enough to pull half the unhinged stunts I’ve executed tonight. I wouldn't have stripped on a stage
The QB’s Nerdy Addiction 119: Saved By The Goth
Skylar flutters her eyes open, her glasses sitting slightly lopsided on her nose. Arousal clouds her vision right alongside the alcohol. "Hmm? C-can you repeat it?" "I asked what the look I gave you on Friday said, darling. Tell me." "Oh..." Gulping, her chest heaves against my palm. "Umm... from... from what I recall... the look was so evil. It... it gave off the vibe that I was going to... to pay for what I did." Silence immediately descends around us. It most certainly isn’t quiet out here, but to me, it’s dead silent as my muse stares down at me, her breaths shallow and ragged–as if she's waiting for me to make good on that silent promise right now. "And what do you think, sweetheart?” I whisper finally, using my thumb to stroke the underside of her breast. “Do you think I intend on doing that? On making you pay for every single naughty stunt you've pulled?" I already know the answer. It's a definite yes. But I want to hear what she's going to say. "Yes," she says softly. H
The QB’s Nerdy Addiction 118: Unlocked Kink
There are approximately 540,000 documented kinks in the human psyche. Out of every single one of them, not once in my life did I ever think I possessed a daddy kink. Heck, I didn't think I had a single soft spot in my body. Well... I didn't think so. Until Skylar. There is just something about this girl that systematically dismantles every single belief, boundary, and rule I have ever crafted for myself, and this right here is no fucking exception. Because fuck. With how hard I was three seconds ago, it should be physically impossible for a human body to get any harder without tearing canvas. But the moment that single word purred past her lips, my shaft surged to a stage that is bordering on downright painful. It certainly doesn't help that her hand is actively flexing around my denim, trying to stroke my shaft through my jeans. Fuck. My traitor of a dick is throbbing in gratitude. Despite how hard I beat my meat at The Vault this morning in the bathroom, I still couldn't rea
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