Can I kiss you. Can I touch that. Can I keep going. Safety’s attractive until it turns the whole night into a risk assessment. Heat dies in the paperwork.
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After-work pint turned messy in the Uber home. I went in for a kiss still holding the vape, hit it by accident, and blew mango cloud down his throat. He coughed. I laughed. Then I wanted the earth to open.
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Reputation is just other people’s paperwork. Wanting sex and having it does not make you public property. Let them talk. Keep your taste. Keep your nights.
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Worries about the tape measure. Forgets hands, mouth, patience, the obvious map. The insecurity is loud. The useful skills are on mute.
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Chatty on the way in. Monk on the way out. Like the personality got dressed and left. The body stays. The person clocks off. Classic.