Maybe I’m not gray romantic.
I have a vivid imagination of myself, in an authoritarian sexual encounter. The authority… OMG.
Maybe one day… after I unlabel myself.
Dude, if we’ve already fucked for months, there is nothing that you can do. If it were the bomb, I’d be coming back. It’s just not in my character.
But omg… just my thoughts.
Let me not shit where I learn… or eat.