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It Is As If I Am Scared.
Saturday, April 07, 2012, 21:59
I have to admit that it felt nice. The way he openly held my hands and hugged me. He claimed he was smelling me. How silly. For a moment there he sounded like a dog. When I was under those arches that welcomed my body to him, everything seemed in place. I was oblivion to the things around me; I didn't care. I just wanted it to stay that way. 'Don't worry. Your future is in front of you,' he cooed. I liked the way he initiates. He did it in a playful manner, it was hard to refuse. It was cute. 'We're just going to hug each other,' and soon enough he craned his neck, and seduced me to a kiss. It stopped there. We have not done things that little boys and girls should not ask. Not yet. I am not that simple.






Ernest