"Where do you want to go?" he'd ask me. It didn't matter where we went. We always ended up in the backseat of his car, skin rubbing against skin, against the vinyl seats. He kissed me like no other person, tender yet hungry. It's a damn shame he was closeted.
Wow. I have no idea where that one came from. Anyways, off to bed and to try out new prescription meds for my cold (which may be bronchitis)! Whee!
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