False Essays

Pegged cuffs pulled tightly around his calf. His hand rested and scratched, pressing against his chest, giving as much as his muscle sought to give. Re-living the release of his his skin. Relaxing for me. Towards the end, what is his body going to mean to me?

Handled alone, I was outside with “stuff” trailing at the end being pushed forward and away by words. I had two tranny whores walk up to me. One asked me for a light. The other told me I was cute and asked me to take her home. I told her , “I don’t cook.”

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