Too long

 Been a while but thought I'd start sharing my thoughts again, for little other reason than I want to and to a small enough audience of one in all likelihood.

I was in bed the other day, day dreaming of ma belle tryante, and the following came to me while i teased my chest-

I am her

Boot lickin'

Butt Kissin'

Ball busted

Little bitch


Miss is very sweet to me really, but i was drawn to the above, thinking about leaving her house again soon, mouth full of the taste of her leather boots, the sweetness of  her cheeks on my lips, a dull ache in my balls and the serene happiness of being hers. 

Hopefully soon.

Hopefully Wednesday.  

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