one of my favorite things is when he closes and locks the bedroom door.
he near-always gives me a dark, lustful look over his shoulder, that turns me into molten lava in seconds.
last night was the pre-game.
i am rubbing my hands together while plotting his glorious bedroom demise.
cloister in stuff. and things.
- Feb. 16, 2015, 4:43 p.m.
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