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A Dissolute Life Means…

A Dissolute Life Means…

Here’s the long post that is overdue The Neighbor.

The very first time we fucked I happened to be drunk. After which thrilled at just how good he had been between the sheets.

The time that is second fucked I became less drunk. And much more delighted at just exactly how good he had been between my feet.

The next through 13th times we’ve fucked I’ve been sober in most and increasingly ecstatic as of this man’s natural abilities in sleep. He’s quick and fuzzy, muscled and pale, sweet-faced and heavy-handed, mid-western naive and devilishly horny. He’s my secret enthusiast whom lives door that is next. I will be their 7th partner ever. I do believe he could be my 47th (57th?).

He wants to maintain a place where he could be much taller than me personally, whenever, in truth, he’s just 5’8? or 9?. I am caught by him in a seat, on to the floor, from the sofa. He wants to lean over me personally and appear into my eyes and grin such as a Cheshire pet.