I was laying naked on the couch. It's dim inside the house but there were sun rays peeking through the blinds' crevices. I'm a little bit worried. He's used to seeing me with a full face of makeup and now with just a stitch of eyeliner that's has began to smudge down my cheek. He ran his fingers on body slowly traveling up to my cheek and out of his mouth he uttered, "So pretty." I looked right at him and grabbed my clothes.
"Maybe you should go. I'm tired." I said.
I don't like feeling vulnerable.
About Me
- angela
- I never claim to be perfect nor does my shit smell like roses. As a matter of fact, the smell of my shit makes me throw up in my mouth a little. The only difference between everyone else and I is I don't douse my shit in perfume to mask the foul smell. Nevertheless, you might need to spray some clorox to disinfect your eyes after this. I'm just sayin.
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