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22 Nisan 2023, 16:12
23 Minute's.
Tuesday, 12pm... November Street.
Waiting for the same 23 minute's I wait for everyday, too catch the 12.23pm bus too work.
These 23 minutes each day I witness the same routined things, the small lady searching through her bag too find the crumpled old bus ticket which always end's up in the same back zip compartment, which is always the last place she looks.
The group of school children, hanging by the corner of the alley, hovering under the tiny shop roof, arguing over the ends of some cheap nasty fags.. Feeling 'cool' that it's through the day and there off their school premises.
The brown shaggy haired dog, yapping away for there owner's attention whilst tied twice around the grafitied lampost.
The constant traffic waiting at the red light. Today with their wiper's turned full. In conjunction with one another.
And then him.
Him being, the sexiest man I have ever seen. His talk, dark muscular physique.. those arm's that swing next too his suit jacket, gagging too swing further along too reach me.
Always a superking in his right hand, those finger's were made too be around my cock.
As he brushes on past me, I inhale the sweet smell, of a fresh shower, with a hint of aftershave.
Shit, I need too pee. As I look at my watch, it read 12.03. I still have 20 minutes. Can't decide if I will make it too the public toilet.. No chance, I need to go now.
I turn left towards eryaman escort (http://ankaraeses.com/ad-category/eryaman-escort/) the group of layabout kids. I knew it was a mistake buying
this £3.00 umbrella, the gentle wind throwing it about, my arms, fighting too try and keep it up.
I march straight past the chav's, I can hear comment's being muffled between themselves. I couldn't care less.
As I walk down the alley, secluded. a place I haven't been. I'm sure many are unaware it's even here. I find a spot.
I glance back, too make sure nobody's around, Balance my brolly against the wall a little bit further up. unzip my zipper. God it feels good too wee.
As my I stop peeing and put away my man region's. I hear my brolly picked up.
There's him.
He's there, in his suit. Black, with a purple tie. No words are said.
He throws My rain stick behind him. As he forces me up against the wet brick wall. He just stares at me. His eyes, the darkest brown I have ever seen. So big. Looking at me, in fact looking through me, I feel as though he can read all my thought's. I blush.
His breath hot against my face. He leans in, closer. Until eventually I feel those soft lips upon mine. He's kissing me for a moment, and it only takes a few seconds, till he's raping my lips. Strong
Tuesday, 12pm... November Street.
Waiting for the same 23 minute's I wait for everyday, too catch the 12.23pm bus too work.
These 23 minutes each day I witness the same routined things, the small lady searching through her bag too find the crumpled old bus ticket which always end's up in the same back zip compartment, which is always the last place she looks.
The group of school children, hanging by the corner of the alley, hovering under the tiny shop roof, arguing over the ends of some cheap nasty fags.. Feeling 'cool' that it's through the day and there off their school premises.
The brown shaggy haired dog, yapping away for there owner's attention whilst tied twice around the grafitied lampost.
The constant traffic waiting at the red light. Today with their wiper's turned full. In conjunction with one another.
And then him.
Him being, the sexiest man I have ever seen. His talk, dark muscular physique.. those arm's that swing next too his suit jacket, gagging too swing further along too reach me.
Always a superking in his right hand, those finger's were made too be around my cock.
As he brushes on past me, I inhale the sweet smell, of a fresh shower, with a hint of aftershave.
Shit, I need too pee. As I look at my watch, it read 12.03. I still have 20 minutes. Can't decide if I will make it too the public toilet.. No chance, I need to go now.
I turn left towards eryaman escort (http://ankaraeses.com/ad-category/eryaman-escort/) the group of layabout kids. I knew it was a mistake buying
this £3.00 umbrella, the gentle wind throwing it about, my arms, fighting too try and keep it up.
I march straight past the chav's, I can hear comment's being muffled between themselves. I couldn't care less.
As I walk down the alley, secluded. a place I haven't been. I'm sure many are unaware it's even here. I find a spot.
I glance back, too make sure nobody's around, Balance my brolly against the wall a little bit further up. unzip my zipper. God it feels good too wee.
As my I stop peeing and put away my man region's. I hear my brolly picked up.
There's him.
He's there, in his suit. Black, with a purple tie. No words are said.
He throws My rain stick behind him. As he forces me up against the wet brick wall. He just stares at me. His eyes, the darkest brown I have ever seen. So big. Looking at me, in fact looking through me, I feel as though he can read all my thought's. I blush.
His breath hot against my face. He leans in, closer. Until eventually I feel those soft lips upon mine. He's kissing me for a moment, and it only takes a few seconds, till he's raping my lips. Strong