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Some of you enjoy dressing up because its a part of you, relaxes you, or makes you feel like yourself. However some of us enjoy it because of a kink, or fetish and thats okay too. We shouldn’t criticize each other based off why we dress up and the manner in which we do it. We are all bonded because at the end of the day we like it period.Some of you enjoy dressing up because its a part of you, relaxes you, or makes you feel like yourself. However some of us enjoy it because of a kink, or fetish and thats okay too. We shouldn’t criticize each other based off why we dress up and the manner in which we do it. We are all bonded because at the end of the day we like it period.6 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 1KB Visualizações7
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It started with eye contact.
He was picking up his mail.
I was by my bedroom window, wearing very little, feeling confident enough not to move when I realized he was looking.
We locked eyes. He smiled like he’d been caught — and didn’t look away fast enough.
Later, we crossed paths on the backyard deck. Same tension. Less distance.
He leaned in just enough and said, “You’re going to get me in trouble.”
I smiled and replied, “Only if you keep staring.”
He laughed quietly, glancing over his shoulder. “I have a girlfriend. I really shouldn’t be out here talking to you like this.”
I raised an eyebrow and said, “Then you probably shouldn’t be standing so close either.”
He shook his head, smiling anyway. “You’re dangerous.”
I answered calmly, “No. I’m just honest.” I know he wants to make me his so badIt started with eye contact. He was picking up his mail. I was by my bedroom window, wearing very little, feeling confident enough not to move when I realized he was looking. We locked eyes. He smiled like he’d been caught — and didn’t look away fast enough. Later, we crossed paths on the backyard deck. Same tension. Less distance. He leaned in just enough and said, “You’re going to get me in trouble.” I smiled and replied, “Only if you keep staring.” He laughed quietly, glancing over his shoulder. “I have a girlfriend. I really shouldn’t be out here talking to you like this.” I raised an eyebrow and said, “Then you probably shouldn’t be standing so close either.” He shook his head, smiling anyway. “You’re dangerous.” I answered calmly, “No. I’m just honest.” I know he wants to make me his so bad1 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 4KB Visualizações5
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