You can tell me
in remarkable detail
about how you ****** that guy
not once
but twice
in the handicap stall
of the first floor bathroom.
I won't judge you
or think less of you
or even blink
as you tell me
how he finished all over your face
and you licked up
every
last
drop.
No, I'll sit there quietly,
listening intently,
because, to be honest,
it doesn't bother me.
But if you stare at me
with hungry eyes
or comment on how **** I look
or even offer to please me
without any sort of reciprocation
because you just want to make me feel good,
I will tense up,
shut down,
retreat into my metaphorical cave,
and only reemerge
when the coast is clear.
Yes, you can tell me
all about your *** life,
but I don't even want to think
about mine.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 9:23 PM UTC
You can tell me
in remarkable detail
about how you ****** that guy
not once
but twice
in the handicap stall
of the first floor bathroom.
I won't judge you
or think less of you
or even blink
as you tell me
how he finished all over your face
and you licked up
every
last
drop.
No, I'll sit there quietly,
listening intently,
because, to be honest,
it doesn't bother me.
But if you stare at me
with hungry eyes
or comment on how **** I look
or even offer to please me
without any sort of reciprocation
because you just want to make me feel good,
I will tense up,
shut down,
retreat into my metaphorical cave,
and only reemerge
when the coast is clear.
Yes, you can tell me
all about your *** life,
but I don't even want to think
about mine.
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