A bus ride home can be a lonely endeavor.
Lonely and oftentimes habitual. Repetitive. Monotonous.
There are days when a fellow passenger catches your fancy.
You gaze at him too long.
And sometimes your thoughts get nasty.
You'd want to sit beside him. Touch his elbow with yours, hoping for a glance.
Then he'll brush his finger along your arm.
A sly smile and a naughty wink.
A signal that it's fine for you to touch his dick.
And you oblige.
There was this passenger who caught my fancy.
But too bad he dropped off early.
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may naalala lang ako nung nabasa ko itong entry na ito. hello anon. newbie!!! welcome to blogworld. :)
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