Charlie boy we have so much fun, toys and props and lingerie. You’re so naive. So innocent and unborn. But you fuck like you can’t stop. We go through weeks where you don’t talk to me. Like you control me. I need to replace you, but I’ll keep the toys.
Friday, 6 November 2020
The Window Cleaner
The kind of sex we make is like that relationship shit. Its not the best but its everything isn’t it. Intimate, careful, caring. Loving. Awkward. Not on my part. You’re starting to push on me now, about seven shags in. Your hand over my mouth or on my throat. Asking me about anal. Treating me like I have value to you. Sometimes I think I do, whilst also being sure that I don’t. You’re married. Im not hurting myself yet but it’s probably not far off.
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