So my weekend plans were cut off by the guy in question texting me too many questions.. so many I figured it wasn't worth going to his place. I suppose I'd hate texting less if I had a phone that was built for it, but I've got a really basic model at the moment.
Hopefully things will improve today - I've got a lunch hour fuck date planned with an older hung black daddy. He's a regular (and has been for years) and has never hesitated giving it to me raw and breeding me deep. We'll see how this goes...
The Hunger
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*Williamsburg, Virginia: 1981*
I see the man’s eyes light up from the park’s far end, as my feet kick up
whorls of dust from runnels of wheat-colored gra...
6 days ago