Sometimes when you drink a little bit too much whiskey things seem like a good idea that aren’t. That’s when I’m thankful for this site. You are bad for me to. Like whiskey. But your smooth and delicious and I can’t say no. I want toy so fucking badly right now. My stomach is clenching with how badly I want to taste your lips. Also, you know I love you right? I don’t think you do. You think you do but you don’t really understand because you love her. Which is perfectly acceptable. Because you should love her. But I don’t love him. Not the way I should anyway. I love him…but loving him doesn’t make him or me happy. We are miserable. Him too. I’m not who he married anyway. I’m different. I fell in love with someone else. The first real love I’ve ever known. That think about you day or night just want to make you happy and see you smile and would do anything for you kind of love. I would. I would do anything. That’s a dangerous statement to make to someone. Damn it. Why are you so.fucking sexy. This probably makes no sense. Long story short. I want you. Right now please. The end.
Love me…cause I’m anonymous.