I fucked him…but think of you.

The title says it all.

Is that fucked up…

That night when I fucked him, I thought of fucking you.

I was imagining grabbing your waist and squeezing your ass…it did not feel wrong because it was so right…I hate that youR body is banging as fuck…

Thank you for the Santa Cruz view and conversation we had in the Stevenson cafeteria ya beaut.