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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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The romance of toilet sex (or how i learned when to stfu).
I remember one time, walking through the park with my boyfriend. We were really horny, you know how it gets when you're (legal age) teens and only just start seeing each other, hands all over each other all the time, always horny.
Think you know it all, think you're in love but you don't know what love is really coz you're immature. Immature and insecure, you try and point out other peoples failings to make your own insecurities seem less so but it doesn't work, it just makes you look like a stuck up cunt, or supcunt (yeah i made that up).
Anyway, next thing you know you're walking past the public toilets, nobody's about but you don't wanna fuck in the shed that you fucked in last time you were here coz it has open sides and it's light right now and you're bound to get caught, so you look at the toilet, then each other, then one of you grabs the others hand and in you go for some intimacy. You have amazing sex, you bond a little and that immature relationship grows into something a little more special.
And that's it really, you have fun, learn a little bit more about what you enjoy and what makes you happy and go for it.
You experience life, you experience bonding with people and learn how to interact with others, you learn it's ok to have wants and needs, even if they're different from others wants and needs. You learn nobody else matters, you learn what's important and what isn't, and then you go out and enjoy as much stuff as you can, experience as much as you can, and with that comes wisdom, life and empathy.
The end. |
