Journal of Harvey Simmons: 2 An Evening in a Coffee Shop; I Meet Up with Nora White.Journal of Harvey Simmons: 2 by ~keepcolor
“You‘ll love her, you two have a lot in common.”
My friend Marcie was right. Nora White and I seemed to never have a quiet moment when we were together. We had known each other for a few months through hanging out with mutual friends, and recently started hanging out alone. Not actually alone, but we would often leave the mass of our drunken friends and acquaintances to have secluded conversations in back corners. She had a boy cut. But she made it cute. She had a small mouth and large
Journal of Harvey Simmons: 1 I Went on a Date with Victoria Smalls; Hatred Ensued.Journal of Harvey Simmons: 1 by ~keepcolor
There were two of us this time yesterday. I small talked and she made at least a dozen sexual gestures towards me at dinner, which included tongue flicking and lip biting. I wanted to know her, but it seemed she was only interested in becoming familiar with me in between my sheets. After just twenty minutes of dinning at that haughty upscale restaurant her intents we made clear as she trailed the tip of one of her heels up my thigh. I accepted this and we left without paying for our drinks. I fucked her the moment my apartment door opened
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