age: 26 (Feb 17, 1987)
MEMBER SINCE: November 2009
occupation: Direct Car Provider
crush: I saved her cat
sign: Aquarius
body mods: 11 tattoos 16 ear piercings 3 nose piercings including septum 1 dermal
gets me hot: Girl with a strap on Anything to do with my nipples
fantasy: Sex in the woods
into: Anything slightly dangerous.... AND Baking, drawing, photography, skateboarding, snowboarding, biking Mini things, especially mini muffins :)
makes me sad: People who put others down, especially those with disabilities, you never know who you'll meet when you treat everyone as a friend!
makes me happy: People who can be there own advocate, nothing is better than sticking up for what you believe in!
most humbling moment: Everyday at my job
She bought me a dildo and a tooth brush for our first date. The dildo was a mark down from the local porn emporium, the tooth brush was for when I stayed the night.
I had kissed girls before, drunkenly at late night parties in college. I had loved a girl, never kissed her, and realized that intimacy was never going to happen.
There I stood in her bathroom, alone while she laid suggestively on her bed in the other room. Bad lesbian porn played softly on her computer screen illuminating the room with a seductive glow, neither warm or friendly, but rather bothered and anticipatory. I looked in the mirror cataloguing all of my flaws, all of my uneven skin, comparing myself to Her.
She was beautiful, alive, warm and soft.
I joined her on the bed, listened to her labored breathing wondering what to do next, what move to make. I traced her spine from nape of neck to the small of her tiny back. She looked so fragile, but felt so sturdy. She rolled to face me and my heart fell, beating rapidly until it rested in the pit of my stomach…
I had kissed girls before, drunkenly at late night parties in college. I had loved a girl, never kissed her, and realized that intimacy was never going to happen.
There I stood in her bathroom, alone while she laid suggestively on her bed in the other room. Bad lesbian porn played softly on her computer screen illuminating the room with a seductive glow, neither warm or friendly, but rather bothered and anticipatory. I looked in the mirror cataloguing all of my flaws, all of my uneven skin, comparing myself to Her.
She was beautiful, alive, warm and soft.
I joined her on the bed, listened to her labored breathing wondering what to do next, what move to make. I traced her spine from nape of neck to the small of her tiny back. She looked so fragile, but felt so sturdy. She rolled to face me and my heart fell, beating rapidly until it rested in the pit of my stomach…
























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