To have a boy in my room kissing my neck, while I choose my underwear for a date tonight, and talk sub to another guy over MSN. This be somewhat debauched. Is there a policy on turning up to see somebody with bitemarks already on your neck?
You're reading this, so you must have too much time on your hands. It's just my lame attempts to communicate with the world, or myself. What I'm trying to communicate, I ain't so sure... All resemblance to any people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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