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Today is 19.2.2011 and the truth is that I
had a lot of great sex and now I am thinking how
I would write everything here: what I can never
write anywhere. It's really hard, but since I'm
an exhibitionist bastard - and if I wasn't
ashamed of my shapeless body, I would go to do
hardcore porn - I'll fog it up as soon as my ego
allows - I won't write names, I'll get involved
in always like the biggest dude and such.
I was shortly before seventeen and I
already knew that it was coming tonight: because
yesterday: I was already very, very close to it:
that finally - when it gets dark - something will
be whispered to me and today I also got it
confirmed out loud on the phone, I called from
the booth and I was scared terribly (I'm still
scared)
And that's why it probably didn't turn out
very well, those evenings before that were much
better: when my mouth ached from kissing and in
the next room the guys were watching a video -
even then she was watering profusely - now
properly bushy - a plant of my exhibitionism
- they knew well what I was hugging next to me,
what my hands were full of - I was the boss of
all the bosses with swollen lips and with a sore
smile - oh V.
I guess we should have left the fabric
between our loins - it was really great: how did
you return the pressure on your pubis - when I
always realized you were really doing it - it was
like in the heaven at noon. We shouldn't have
ruined it with that useless skin pedantry - I
guess we could last a few more sweet weeks
together, and who knows, maybe longer.
I was well past sixteen and I wanted to:
so that everything would go one hundred percent:
not today: I told Pal - when he asked: if he
should bring pancakes in the evening. I shook up
the duvets, set the tapes in our places - an
imaginary rest time: when you blindly push a
blue maxell - somewhere in the far door in a
distant cassette player and click ..
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