A knock on my door.
A booty call?
No.
I was sitting quietly on my bed, abusing myself internally for the lack of productive flashing that was again the torment of my evening. Entourage has raped me of my freedom and I spend night after painful night watching Vinnie Chase get laid and make millions of $$$ while I slowly kill any chance of passing my TAFE course... and subsequently any chance of my being accepted into University next year. A painful cycle.
My phone rang, a small voice offering a late night surprise was on the other end of the line and I was happy, and I stayed that way for the rest of the night.
Thanks friends, for the jokes, the songs, the dancing, the guitar, the treats, the bruises and the memories.
Dear Midnight Soft Serves,
i love you
You are so sweet and when you kiss me they are the softest iciest kisses I have ever felt. When I hold you to my lips I feel more satisfaction than I have in such a long time.
I know that you feel the same way about me too because I see how my kisses and the soft meaningful strokes of my tongue melt you. Knowing that I have this affect on you causes my mouth to split open into the largest smile ever seen on a smitten girl, because you have the same affect on my heart. I'm still smiling now, I can't stop.
I wasn't expecting your visit last night, it was so lovely to see your pale smiling face and to hold you so tenderly in my hands.
I slipped your jacket from your shoulders and we made love there in the hallway.
Sorry, I couldn't wait,
(L)
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