If my boyfriend was a place: River. The calm tides always represent the absolute serenity of life. Even though sometimes many mighty currents flow

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If my boyfriend was a place: River.

The calm tides always represent the absolute serenity of life. Even though sometimes many mighty currents flow endlessly, they don’t bring that to tough matters. Rivers draw so much fortune for living things since human beings were dependent on nature at first. It’s a place where they scavenge their trace to the better pages, use them as best they can, and enjoy their refinement at the same time. And to me, he’s the river that provides me with countless resources of life. Where I could make my life more meaningful than previous. Where I find the reason I live, the reason I smile, the reason I’m happy, and the reason I write these paragraphs. He was part of the calm that I could feel every time, his words always reaching the depths of my heart, and each string of phrases he uttered always kept me safe, relieved, and calm. It makes me feel earnestly honored, even the little things I do, decide and trust in him. He was like the rocks around a river that had always been strong facing any calm current though sometimes changing into more rapids. But he never lost a single thing of his ability, howbeit the currents always stood in his way, he already manage them appropriately without exception. It’s like a life that sometimes leads him to cruel twists, but everything he does, decides, and chooses is the best thing that comes into his existence. How many currents are attacking each step, he never stops at all to bring about his genuine pleasure and achieve the life he wants. A representation of gratitude wouldn’t be enough to convey how excellent he’s since he had punched all the obstacles well. All the devotion he did to his life was never in vain, part of his journey was something remarkable. If there are any words more than great, certainly, I’ll give them to him. Because he deserves it, he deserves all the decent that’s in this world everlastingly. He has crossed, conquered, and survived whatever comes in front of him at that moment, he has succeeded in all the hard things. He’s incredible, he’s breathtaking, and he can’t just be described by simple words, he’s more than that.

New Confession

Dalton, You know, it’s strange. Somebody else asked me if I was afraid today.
I am afraid.
I’m afraid of what happens when somebody pushes me too far. Somebody just like you. ‘Cause I know what happens next
I snap their fuckinn neck and shatter their skull .

Wade Garrett

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I have to admit that I love to flash my c*** to adult women, of any age actually. I flash my c*** in my car, on webcams or in hotel windows overlooking parking lots or beaches like in Florida. My c*** is slightly larger than “average” but certainly not huge. Two women have told me that my c*** is really hard. I believe that several women have seen me though none have reported me and that’s a good thing.

One time in Florida I was laying on the lounge with my c*** surreptiously sticking out the side. Across the deck was a beautiful black haired lady in a bikini. She had really b*******. She was wearing sunglasses and getting some sun. Her lounge was slightly elevated but I couldn’t tell if her eyes were open. If they were she would have seen my c*** which of course was really exciting me. We were like that for about 15 minutes when another lady approached her and said something. She sat up, raised her glasses and took a clear look at me. She then lowered her glasses and resumed her position. She didn’t do or say anything. The only thing she did was bend her knee blocking my view between her legs. I didn’t trust the other lady so I left right away. That lady really took it in stride. I often wonder if she was offended, neutral or excited.

One night I was cruising with my c*** in my hand looking for a flashing opportunity. Up ahead was a girl hitchiking. She was wearing a loose dress from what I could see in the headlights and she was perfect. I decided to offer her a ride with my c*** out. If she got in, great and if she did not that was cool. I pulled up beside her and she opened the door. When that happened the interior light came on. She could see my c*** but I was so excited that c** exploded out of my c***. It happened so fast that I reached over, closed the door and took off.

I often wonder what she thought. Oh yeah, I also j******* to those memories.