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March 26 - March 27, 2024
She grabs my face and gives me the most pitiful look I’ve ever seen and, fuck, that makes me feel worse. “I want to protect you,” Kit admits. “I don’t know how.”
he tells me about Dasher Dancer Prancer VixXxen: Santa’s Little Helpers, an erotic tale of reindeer-clad strippers hired by Mrs. Claus to fuck the joy of Christmas back into a downtrodden Santa. “That sounds, um, wow.” Are the straights okay?
“How do I look?” I hold my breath, not wanting to break the moment. Michelangelo’s David couldn’t compete with you. Like every single star in the night sky in human form. Like the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
my tongue licks up every drop of the bittersweet and salty pool. His cock twitches beneath me, chubbing back to life against my chest.
Something about this paragraph makes me feel physically nauseous I’m just imagine cold cum. 🤮
“How would I get hurt?” “Do I have to show you receipts of your emotional fragility?
“I’m lost,” I tell Mother as she strokes my hair like she did when I was young, shhhing me to sleep on her shoulder. “Everything lost can be found again, if we know where to look.”
Everything is quiet as the city gives us a moment of silence. Until Kit kills the vibe.
“I’m sure he’ll survive.” “Straight men always do,” I say. “Like roaches.”
“Has anybody ever told you that your stark realism is a total buzzkill?
Love is more than a declaration. It’s action.
“love is not solid. It’s a concept. A work in progress. Something you fight for every day. And something you get wrong sometimes.
