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jrs1989

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jrs1989 last won the day on September 18 2019

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About jrs1989

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  1. Agree! This is the best. And not always easy to find in a way that feels genuine.
  2. A recent girlfriend was a friend before we started dating. One time I met up with her at her house after she had just returned from brunch with some other friends. We were chatting in her living room and she was sitting straddling the arm of the sofa. At one point she said, "I think I have to pee worse than I ever have had to pee before," which was a surprise. I hadn't realized she was in such a dire state. She explained that she hadn't peed when she woke up because she was late for brunch, and had spent the last few hours drinking cocktails, coffee and water. And then she had rushed back
  3. I think there may have been others from her as well?
  4. "Take me home, please," she says. It's a request, but it's also a demand. She's leaning against the outside wall of the bar when I step out, next to the door, legs wrapped tightly together. "I have to pee too much," she says. After squirming for most of the evening, she is still. Her fists are tightly clenched. I don't know what this means, exactly, that she has to pee too much. But I don't need to ask questions. It's only a block back to my place. But as we walk, she keeps having to stop and drop into a crouch, fanning her legs, before springing back up again. She's never not m
  5. I open my eyes. Her face is inches from mine, her brown hair splayed on the pillow, a few strands reaching me. She is still sleeping, her even breaths brushing softly against my face. I can't believe what happened last night. If she weren't lying here next to me, I might have assumed it was a dream. An overwhelmingly sexy dream. Her body is mostly hidden by covers. With my hand I trace the contours of her skin, my fingers glancing down her shoulder, over her torso, over her belly, down to her thigh. She's wearing underwear, but nothing else. It's dry. She must have put on the spare p
  6. This is a dizzyingly good story. Can there please be a sequel??
  7. We perched on our bar stools looking into each other's eyes. Or, I perched. She ground herself into it. I was all in. Her short brown hair. Her sideways, mischievous smile. Her probably, almost certainly, overflowing bladder. Her playfulness. I was here for all of it. It was after 2 a.m. in my corner dive; tunes were blaring in the mostly empty bar. We were illuminated by a red neon light. A few drunk college students and a handful of the bartender's buddies made up the clientele at this hour. I knew some of them, but not well enough, thankfully, that any of them was likely to interr
  8. I'll shake things up and say a tight dress, ending at the thighs, offering a peak of some sort of white underwear. You can use your authorial license to fill in the rest of the details, kokandra... And, yeah, more deets on this version of the game please.
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