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My gaze lands on the TV… on soame I could care less about, but I’e it I swear… Stella may have broken me

And yet… I findthe periodic hard-on and wishing she were here right now so I could sink into her

Fuckity-fuck What the fk is wrong with me?

Rubbing ers acrossso about a woreat lay

A really great lay

Oh, who the fk a? She was the best lay I’ve ever had

I don’t knohy It’s not like I did anything with her that I haven’t done with countless other women She’s beautiful, but I’ve fked beautiful wo vanilla to kink I think the dirtiest she got with ht hen Ia the lipstick tube out of her purse and slathering it on that a mouth of hers

Then she gave me a bw jb that made my eyes cross

I think the thing that probably hit ht in the belly… made my attraction to her skyrocket into the stratosphere, was out on the balcony She was terrified of heights, but she stayed out there because she knew that was a fantasy of mine She closed her eyes, faced her fears, and let me fk her while I looked twenty stories down to the Manhattan streets She was a fking champ

r />All Freaking Night

All freaking night ent at it, taking breaks to drink water, so roo my dick a chance to recover, we talked about ouridentifying inforht, easy, and she h on more than one occasion I found her wit to be razor sharp, sarcastic, and co I ate that shit up

Somewhere between the time we fked in the shower, and when I went down on her the last ti for her phone nuain… maybe in a week or so

Or ht

Whatever

I thought possibly I could even take her to dinner It’s not an unheard of concept for , I’m sure I remember how to do it

But just as soon as that thought entered ood into the dark recesses of my mind Then I locked it up and threay the key

Matt Fucking Connover does not date

He does not give