Saturday, June 6, 2009

Last Night.

Text message:

I am coming over. You are leaving with me and I am going to fuck you. That's it. Get ready.

Being in my current physical state of torment, I put up no arguments. He came over. I left with him and he fucked me. Few words were said unless, mmm Joe enough stttoop, counts.

Later he walked me to my door, kissed me slowly and said, I will see you tomorrow.

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

Text message:

You are so whipped.

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