On every other day,
You were just my best friend
But on that day
I looked at you
As most women would
And I saw an attractive, sexy, virile male.
I noticed.
I admired.
Then you pulled me into a corner
And kissed me soundly.
When we came back out,
I wondered,
“Are my lips as red and pulsing as they feel?”
“Are my clothes disarranged?”
I wondered if my hair had been mussed
By your eager hands.
In just those few minutes,
You had managed to arouse me
To a feverish pitch.
Was it visible on the outside?


I’m experiencing a bit of writer’s block right now (Actually no, I’m not. I’m just lazy and all I want to write about is kissing and making love).. So if anybody wants me to post anything in particular; if you have questions you want me to answer, please drop them in the comments section and I’ll get to it asap. Unless you want to continue reading my perverted thoughts, in which case I’ll be more than happy to oblige.

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