Tiny steps

You make me feel damm needy. I hope it wouldn’t happen that often. I suppose it’s my damm hormones protesting the warmth of the hand held.

Selfish me is really gleeful that I left a mark, just like what has been intended the entire night. This is much excitingness.

She asked if why I did not ask you if we could go on, do you wish for that? Or yet, let’s just remain playing in the mud since the weather’s made for such fun.

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