Waiting For God To Care
I am naked, my wrists cuffed to my ankles, hood over my head, inside a closet. Outside is a party where people occasionally open the door to gasp and giggle.
If anyone on the PGA Tour saw this I’d never live it down.
On TV I do interviews with clinched teeth.
Amazing the things you get away with when you have world class hand-to-eye coordination. Same for my mistress with her world class legs.
When do I get to stop lying?
I am naked, my wrists cuffed to my ankles, hood over my head, inside a closet. Outside is a party where people occasionally open the door to gasp and giggle.
If anyone on the PGA Tour saw this I’d never live it down.
On TV I do interviews with clinched teeth.
Amazing the things you get away with when you have world class hand-to-eye coordination. Same for my mistress with her world class legs.
When do I get to stop lying?
Hey, the Byron's this weekend. Come out to see me!
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