I feel like a lovesick teenager!
Can’t you please just call?!
Damn it!
I’m sorry if my response to your lovely compliment about memorable blow jobs wasn’t so well received. You must understand that I’m torn between flattered you remember and wanting to punch you in the head.
Seriously…
It’s okay. It’s not the first time in history someone’s drunken finger slipped on a cellphone or email “Send”.
Just remember I didn’t blast into your life like a hurricane, stirring up the dust of all that old lust.
You did…
And I am intrigued. I’m not gonna lie about that.
If only to know more about a guy who has the cast-iron balls to do that.
But more…
I want to know about the guy who can carry that spark for so long.
Who pours gasoline on a fire he knows will start.
And then sit back in silence and let me burn alone…
~ kei
24 January 2014
Two AM thoughts at two in the afternoon…
Yeah that’s a tough one.. Complicated.
B~xx
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I’m pretty sure that guys have the same moments of doubt that women do… but hell! If you’re gonna be that brave, maybe don’t cut and run! I’m smiling – ruefully – but I’m smiling 🙂
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🙂 yeah the cut and run part, pretty lame. And yes no matter how “manly” the guy we all have our insecurities.
B~xx
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