Every night before I sleep, I have sexu fantasies of the man I like, but we aren’t dating. I know it’s wrong to uncloth him in my mind, but I have a hunger for his touch. And I worry that my touch would be awful to him.
Every night before I sleep, I have sexu fantasies of the man I like, but we aren’t dating. I know it’s wrong to uncloth him in my mind, but I have a hunger for his touch. And I worry that my touch would be awful to him.
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A “hunger for his touch” god damn, that is fucking CHEESY. What are you? A twelve year old from 1800s? Grow a pair of tits and ask him out on a date you fuckin ninny.
Ninny? What are you? A five year old from the 1500’s? Go fly a kite you fopdoodle