unrepentant-whore: We’re lying in my bed naked, staring into each other’s eyes. I smile and say, “I’m trying to send you a psychic message.” “Oh, really?” he says. “Yes,” I say. “Do you know what it is?” “I think I do,” he says.
unrepentant-whore: We’re lying in my bed naked, staring into each other’s eyes. I smile and say, “I’m trying to send you a psychic message.” “Oh, really?” he says. “Yes,” I say. “Do you know what it is?” “I think I do,” he says.
