The Confessional

She walked in just as I hit send and closed the roof of my Mac-diary. I wasn’t fooling anyone especially her in an instant she knew what I’d been up too. “Did you write today?” “Yes, I just finished.” I was bubbling like a fountain.” She asked, “Are you high?” I laughed, and flushed hot. “No, not in that way but I’m having a good time.” We went to the bedroom and did nothing.

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One Response to The Confessional

  1. Ken says:

    Nice post! keep having fun!!!

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