A delicious assortment of evocative male erotica
Reminds me of that London hotel I was staying in. Only there were no fuckworthy phantoms in the elevator!
the ghosts of our pasts are stalking us
IF HE'S KNOCKING ON MY DOOR, I'LL LET HIM IN AND HOLD HIM IN MY ARMS!
I'd piss my pants when he would appear in the lift suddenly
the past always seem to haunt us
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Reminds me of that London hotel I was staying in. Only there were no fuckworthy phantoms in the elevator!
the ghosts of our pasts are stalking us
IF HE'S KNOCKING ON MY DOOR, I'LL LET HIM IN AND HOLD HIM IN MY ARMS!
I'd piss my pants when he would appear in the lift suddenly
the past always seem to haunt us
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