They say that your dreams should end where your arms do.
It's a recurring theme in my life.
The same can be said of desire.
Lusting after people way beyond my grubby grasp, entertaining my idle mind with what I'd like to do - despite (or because of?) knowing that it will never happen.
Maybe I need to keep a diary of my crushes, a dubious account of
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a large dose
of wonderful
this weekend.
<3
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Need to shake it up and have a change.
Wishing you awsome things too!!
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''Ah, he was pretty hot and it was dark so we had sex. His moustache was reet tickly, he smelt of his horses. I didn't mind that - especially as he was so shiny.''
and
''I'd always wondered what sex in an ambulance would be like. Turns out, bumpy.''
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