February 25, 2008

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  I think I have too many pictures of girls with penises on my computer.

  I love the way he knows when I'm searching for pictures.  I love the way he tries to
  be as quiet as possible and sneak to the door.  I love the way the
  hides when I look right at him.  His waist is so thin and his hips are slightly curvy and his shoulders are so broad.  He always stands at the threshold, too embarrassed to come see what I like, waiting for a hug.  I move slowly towards him and set my hands on his waist and nuzzle his neck with my nose and lips.  I gently move his shirt upwards and lick his tiny, tiny nipples.  Then he runs away, or sometimes he turns around and bends over, pressing his little ass against me.

  My favorite are the times when I look at him and he hides against a wall.  I come up behind him and press him harder against the wall while running my fingers extremely lightly along his sides.  Then he runs away again.

  It's our way.  It's our foreplay.  He does homework knowing that I will in turn look at hentai.  The tension builds slowly over the night until we are very, very ready.

  I need to buy some kind of virus scanning software because Panda sucks.

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