I don’t want sex, I want the things that lead up to it. The slow kissing then the passionate kissing, then the pulling closer, the neck kisses, the grabbing, biting, heavy breathing, grinding, the pauses while you catch your breath, feeling each other. Oh my.
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I can, and do, walk the street. No one bothers me or anything, because most people wouldn’t know who I am.
my favorite part of conventions