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sext: "want me to come over? I have blunts!" why not, why not have over a guy who I met 4 days ago? beautiful eyes, expensive car, **** just the thought of my heart fluttering a thousand miles a minute, the effects of the drug indistinguishable from my reaction to physical contact, was enough for me to open my door (and my legs) to this boy he was an okay kisser. he (attempted) to pleasure me before himself. he was confused as to why I didn't **** him. he left right after he finished. he hasn't texted me since. we didn't even get high.
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
what are boys even good for?
sext: "want me to come over? I have blunts!" why not, why not have over a guy who I met 4 days ago? beautiful eyes, expensive car, **** just the thought of my heart fluttering a thousand miles a minute, the effects of the drug indistinguishable from my reaction to physical contact, was enough for me to open my door (and my legs) to this boy he was an okay kisser. he (attempted) to pleasure me before himself. he was confused as to why I didn't **** him. he left right after he finished. he hasn't texted me since. we didn't even get high.
brenna-martin
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
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