Where the Wild Things Are

11 Aug

Once, while blissfully strumming through a copy of Where the Wild Things Are in the Children’s section of a wholesome, populated, bookstore, the man I was only mid-second date with leaned in close, opened his mouth tenderly, and blurted out, Suck My Cock!

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