Oct 30 2009 5:23 pm

you're the only one that needs to chill out here

The way your cold, wet tail laps at the soft underbelly of my forearm reminds me of masturbating with the lights off on the kitchen floor at 4am.  Sure, my roommate probably won’t come in here, but if she does, I’ll have some serious explaining to do.

You’re a long, thick muscle struggling with a rhythmic thump thump thump against the physics of my rod, struggling for all of your life with chemicals so urgent I’m sure you’re dizzy. 


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