everyone has a story.
every last one of us.
we look at people we are attracted to and think:
…but once you get to know them,
you will see they are struggling/have struggled with something.
the sad part is people won’t even talk to us once they find out our story.
well one if my f-bi sent me this story.
its the perfect sunday story for those who need a testimony.
everyone meet “fit4duty_”…
“get on your knees”…
“um thats not the correct thing to say.”
i proceeded to slap him in his face.
“i’m going to say it again since you forgot.
get on your knees.”
tonight he was going to be my bitch…
“Oh, the weather outside is frightful,
But the fire is so delightful.
And since we’ve got no place to go,
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!”…
dean martin was blasting out the overhead speakers.
it was feeling a lot like christmas up in here.
even tho it wasn’t outside.
bae wasn’t in bed when i woke up this morning.
when i went downstairs to look for him,
he damn near screamed for me to go back upstairs.
“i want you to go back upstairs and don’t move!” he said.
he was just wearing an apron and his drawz.
if my ass wasn’t still sore from last night,
i’d fuck him right on these stairs.
he has been the most gracious host since he flew me out here.
this time last year for christmas,
i woke up to the sounds of “hood” and “rat”.
i’m in the hollywood hills.
who woulda thunk?…
“babe i’m home…”
i was tired,
and over worked,
but seeing his face tho…