Jimmi gets all of my hearts. ❤
Walking through the graveyard in shoes that don’t fit me properly, looking at the stones leaning here and there…. some face down and others scarred by weather and youths. I cannot help feeling anxious. Everything is the same – old church, young trees, dead mothers and fathers. I got my first blowjob here from a girl with scarlett hair, clutching the cold stone as I felt the twitch and the rush and I looked down and warned her something was arriving fast, at which she took me deeper and wiggled her head and my legs almost collapsed from under me like a broken cherry-picker. Cherry-picker. First time. Get it? Sigh.
A dreadful joke for a dreadful man. I kick a stone around to make sure it isn’t dog shit and weigh it in the palm of my hand. Perfectly smooth, decent mass, perfect missile. The question is, what can I…
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