We went to a bar afterwards, got a little drunker. You kissed me. I don't really like the way you kiss, so I close my eyes and I think about the way your cock use to feel inside me instead. I put my hand on your upper arm, touched the tone of the muscle, you work at it and it feels good.
You tell me you're going to London in a few weeks, an open invite. I say I'll think about it.
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