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Dec 2017
I look at him across the dinner table as he runs his hands through his long hair. ****. I don't think I have witnessed such a beautiful creature such as him before. He pulls his skinny jeans up over his briefs. I melt in pure bliss. He sings to me as he drives us to the beach. I laugh and let the city lights embrace my smile. Is this what happiness feels like? He pushes me up against the railing and kisses me. The air is cold. I wrap my arms around him and bite his ear. He liked when I was nasty. He lights his blunt and inhales deeply. I'm in and out of sleep. He crawls in bed and hands me his shirt to wear. I inhale his pillow and wrap my legs around his blanket. I could stay in this bubble moment forever.


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Stewie
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Stewie  32/F/Tampa, FL
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