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hello everyone i am a neon coming to this thread to check these digits
William Allen
>Not the first post from this IP.
Camden Thomas
haha you got me
Samuel Rogers
I am totally not a neon!
Ian Wright
Today I was sitting in college, my seat was one behind to that of a girl, our seats were really close. My face and her back were less than half a meter apart, her hair was relatively short up to her shoulders, she was wearing a white tshirt that showed the subtle lines from the back of her bra.
While trying to pay attention I was constantly finding myself peeking her hair and neck. A sudden primal urge to smell them arrised. I wanted to smell her hair, I wanted to stroke it, I wanted to kiss it, it felt as if her neck was calling me. I pictured myself jumping and kissing both while slowly removing her bra. The sensation of unhooking it like my first girlfriend taught me to came to my mind. I wanted to do it so bad.
I was still sitting in place, seemly calmly, yet was absolutely melting inside, I wanted to sniff and kiss her neck so much and start making love right there in front of everyone. My mind was absolutely collapsing, I couldn’t care less about what was happening in the class or what was the teacher saying, my world was that sole thing I had in front of me.
I inclined my head only a bit further and was instantly hit by her aroma. It was beautiful but I freaked out and told myself “don’t be stupid”. Seconds later she started playing with her hair a bit and one fell to my desk. It was as if God was laughing at me. I grabbed it, placed it on my notebook and turned the page.
Logan Mitchell
I love japanese cartoons because I can watch together with my 12 year old wife!
