Meant To Be
When did it go wrong
all my thoughts, inside
I find myself caught up
overthinking too much, mmm
It snuck up on me
kept it bottled up
till it all overflowed
now I’m drowning at home, home
I’ll find the
light in the darkened night
I’ll fight it
nothing to lose
all I can do
Dancing with the past
the ghosts are haunting me
try to shake it off but
they are here to stay
how do I break them free
who am…
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LEMONTOBER DAY 9: MUSIC VIDEO
Lemon Demon Eighth Wonder music video but featuring Gef Otto Dalby-Lewis WHICH IS FROM THE ONE AND ONLY @ledeecity LETS GOOOOOOOOOO
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JUST FOR TONIGHT
You and Hitoshi fucked about four times a week if you were lucky. Between his bartending schedule and your hectic schedule as a student, it seemed like the sex was getting less and less frequent.
Of course, it’s not like you two both liked communicating with one another when you were both free. The usual “Let’s fuck” or “I miss your tits in my mouth” text would give the green light.
You remember when you first met him. Sitting beside him in psychology class, this was of course before he dropped out of college to pursue bartending full-time.
You two had barely scraped the surface of getting to know each other as acquaintances before you two had started whatever relationship you were in now. You remember how it started, how the night before an eight-page psychology paper was due. You two had gotten together to revise each other's papers at your apartment, the stress of the impending due date becoming all to real.
Being the man in his profession, he suggested drinking a little to take the edge off, rummaging through your liquor cabinets, snickering at the sight of cheap half-full alcohol that littered them. You laughed and rebutted at him, expressing that being a broke college student could only take you so far.
Hitoshi and You were now borderline drunk at this point. Whining to each other about life's stresses and saying things that would never fit the atmosphere of a regular “study session.”
This particular study session, however, ended with you on your back and your ankles wrapped around Hitoshi’s waist. You felt your juices start to pool down your thighs, the squelching noises of your pussy filling the room as he drove into you. Along with the occasional, “You’re such a good girl f’me baby.” and “You like that yeah?”
There were times during the sex when nothing was said. The longing look in each other’s eyes during the act usually said enough. The long drawn-out kisses down each other's bodies and caresses of each other's faces when the sun rose was enough. This was enough….right?
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