i remember that one time i was supposed to go live in florida with my uncle after my mother died.
all the way down to miami to start a new life.
needless to say,
that didn’t work out.
after driving for hours,
i stayed in a hotel down in south carolina.
it was called “south of the border“.
the only reason i stayed is that there was a big ass ferris wheel at the entrance.
whoever stayed in the room next to me was getting turnt tf out.
the walls were so thin that i heard the whole sex session from my room.
as much as it turned me on,
it annoyed tf outta me because i had to be on the road early the next morning.
she was OD on the moaning,
but the wolf was cute so i can see why she was moaning her head off.
i had to see what he looked like the next morning at check out.
so i saw this on twitter tonight…
you can live in a neighborhood,
for many years,
and know nothing about your neighbors.
you know them because of all the ruckus they cause.
they’re so quiet,
you forget they even exist.
well this gay couple learned their the hard way about their neighbors.
it took one of them getting stabbed with broken glass to realize.
a vix-bi sent me the following story and well…
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