It's Gene/Jim. ******** yeah.
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Your eyes are on fire as we kiss. You're sitting on my lap, straddling me on the sofa. When did you get so tall?
Melfina is in the next room sleeping. All the lights are off. You taste like coffee.
We haven't been drinking. They've both just wanted this too long.
You shiver, panting like a virgin. You probably are one after all.
When did you get to be 19?
“Jim” Melfina will never know.
“Gene.”
No more words.
Just the night , our sofa, flavored condoms and far too much sexual repression.
Time for some stress relief.
