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The Dolls on the wall
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The Dolls on the wall I met a woman last night for wings and small talk, which turned into let's go back to her place, which I was completely ok with because she took her panties off in my truck on the way home and did things. We have complete fun, wild sex. I am an early riser - like 5 am - and that's when you kind of look at your surroundings and go oh fuck what did I do. (Yes I told her I have to leave early.) I did not think it was strange last night when we came in that she had a lot of shoes and stuff - girls are girls. What I did think was strange is that I did some pretty hardcore sex shit in this womans bedroom with an entire wall - and I mean a huge wall - with cabinets and everything - filled with those antique dolls and Barbie dolls. They were looking at my ass, and her ass, all night long. And we did a lot of freaky shit. I went and made her coffee, and gave her a quick snuggle as my truck warmed up but I could not help but look at these dolls. I have had sex with my in the room and she usually runs out, and have had sex where the fucking cat decides she wants to play too which is always fun, but dolls? That was weird. Why do they have to be in the bedroom? I want to ask her this. But I don't know how. And if I ask her, she might cry or something female. Will I see her again? Maybe at my place. I almost feel violated. My used to play with barbies. Oh god, I have to go work out. |
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