“Hi, How Are You? Yes, It’s Nice To Meet Me.”

it’s like you personally want him to keep your headboard broken

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All The Fine Wolves Go To The Brooklyn Muesum on Saturdays…

I have come to realize that a lot of good looking people live in NY.
A lot are very hood and you just can’t take them anywhere.
Sadly, you won’t know unless they take a bath and clean themselves up for an event.
They all head to the biggest event,
which is on 1st Saturday of every month at the Brooklyn Museum.

Basically the whole museum is open for the general public.
They have a ton of open mini events,
in the parking lot is a huge party,
and best of all: the iCandy is orgasmic.
Everyone puts on their most fashionable looks,
baby oils their body,
vixens get a fresh weave,
and goes to show out.
It NEVER has hoodrats.
They always seem intimidated to attend.
It always attracts the freshest and finest of the city.
Everyone from gay, straight, white, black, latino, asain, college, graduate, professional…
just come together and get along for one night out every month.

(I showed some visuals here here briefly…)

Last weekend,
and a couple weekends to be honest,
I have played hooky for some reason.

I don’t know if it is my mood or the fact I’m “re-inventing”, but I’m not interested.
I don’t know, but I did advise someone to go and I got a nice phone call about it…

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Just Get Behind Me, Wolfie.

I like when you lay on top of me.

I like feeling the weight of your body pressed against mine.
I like putting my nose on your neck and inhaling your scented flesh.

Issey Mikake?

I like when you slightly press your tongue against my neck.
I like when you put both of your juicy lips on it and start sucking.
I like when you run your hands up and down my side.
I love when you aggressively hold onto my ass.

I like looking in your eyes.
I like dancing with your eyes.
I like that I know what you are thinking just by the way you are looking at me.
I like kissing you.
I like tongue kissing you better.

I like when you just lay with me, fully clothed.
I like when we look out the window in silence.
I like when you hold me and we just lay.
I like when we say nothing.
I like when we don’t anything.
I like silence with you.

I like it when we lay.

Written By Jamari Fox
Short story.
(C) 12.5.11 8:45pm