I gave my virginity out at age sixteen to the hottest girl in the school. Me: Cool. Indian porn I don’t care. ‘Feeling’? Pushing nine and seven when thinking about Tits. But yeah, sure. Guess that’d make me a show-er, not much of a grow-er. I can still feel them wrapped around my dick… almost pulsing along with her rapid breaths. I never go out in the rain anymore, as much as I enjoy watching the drops pitter-patter against the windowpane. I backspaced. My body hair is what I call ‘balanced’ in quantity and texture, all kept at the same length; my chest hair flows from my pecs down my chiseled eight-pack in a thick ‘T’ shape, narrowing at my waistline, trickling into a treasure trail, then pooling into a well-groomed pubic region. Who knows. Who knows. There’s this place in town that’s got fuckin’ great dancers and even better drinks. What’s your degree in? Wednesday, 13 December 2006, 20:00[/center]
It’s raining, so I’m sitting in the dark, stark naked, bored out of my skull, surfing the web, casually chatting with random people.
