mate?

ur bad

10/10 chap would definitely carry his kids if they hurt their knee on the camping trip

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Be me. Lonely. In a bathroom stall at a Washington State park. Sees phone number promising pleasure and fun, 5-11 PST, any day of week. Im throbbing. And still lonely. I call at 2am, a Thursday. Not proper hours, but I'm a bad ♥♥♥♥♥ and I dont care. A man's voice answers. Supple. Moist? Moist. And my bussy is moist. "I can carry you in CS," he says. I am leaking from my buss buss. "Oh, yeah?" I try not to show how weak I feel. "I could use that. Can I use you for a night?" I feel him wink and nod over the phone. He carries me, right then. At that moment. I feel him carrying me. On the board. In his arms. Big arms. I am warm, and by the end of the night he is fully used. I have never spoken to him again, but I still feel a piece of him inside me, there on Dust II. I am lonely once again.

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