Those lips looked so full and soft and kissable, but at the same time, I could only imagine the delicious agony that they could inflict on me.
I would so love to experience that.
I was suddenly pulled up short by my last thought. I couldn’t believe that I was actually fantasizing about a guy that I had only just noticed a second ago, and I was staring at him.
Oh my God, I’m staring at him!
Actually, what you’re doing is eye fucking him.
I was a little taken aback by my own internal use of the ‘F’ word. As a rule, I generally didn’t use curse words unless I was really angry or, as was clearly the case right now, drunk off my ass.
Oooh... looks like fun
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