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| The first pussy he played with that day |
It all started with his question: Want to meet? I was down. It'd been about a year since we'd last seen each other.
Wait, here's a little backstory: I read an article about Bushwick and they mentioned his cafe. I sent him the text: Bonjour! Ca va? It's been a long time! I told him about the article I'd read, asked how he was, he asked if I wanted to meet, fast forward to:
I wasn't up for meeting him that Sunday night. He text me: It will be hard to wait until tomorrow... I wanted to kiss you everywhere, to lick you everywhere...
Well, that's one thing he didn't lie about. I said I could meet him halfway, that I wasn't going to Bushwick etc. especially if it's late. He suggested brunch on Monday because that's his day off. I was game thinking it'd be at a restaurant. He text: We can have brunch at my place, I'm a cook, remember... Yes, i will pay for your cabs.. (I told him I wasn't taking the train out there). He asked me if I "prefer a shaved face or not". I told him I like facial hair to which he responded: So, I don't shave...
