Tripped.

Interesting things to note:
I have set my random options to Males, <30, worldwide. 90% (an arbitrary percentage, but as accurate as I can get) write poetry and all I’ve read are of the heterosexual persuasion.
Who would have guessed?

I’m going and I’m there.
Why would you say, ‘I’m going’ when your legs are in the air? Honey, you’re not going anywhere.
Say, I’m going to cum, or if you want to be hot say, ‘I’m going to squirt’.
Oh and saying prick instead of cock is so fucking hot.

Off to Melbourne tonight with Mark. We arrive so bloody late though. 10:45… My bedtime is 10:00!! I’ve stoked up on travacalm because I’m terrible with motion sickness. I’ve already warned Mark that I’ll barf at some point.
We have plans to go out after we touch down, I don’t see that happening. I see us getting back to Bren’s, having a wine cooler or four and then falling fast asleep.

A quick frissle over a croissant at fountain gate in the morning for brunch on Saturday.
Dinner Saturday night.
Marks friends.
Leigh.
Victoria Markets.
Shopping for a birthday present, as it will be Marks birthday on Sunday.
Everything else is played by ear.

Have fun!

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