You’re Just Fantasizing, Baby – India Summer & Chloe Foster

So we sat and Vivek arrived. I hate writing this bloody diary, but I promised Mam I would. Indian porn videos I saw the lights of a town over on the eastern horizon, far to our right. Her mouth’s very red, but it’s not lipstick. I look at your face, the look of wonder and passion in your eyes pushing me towards the edge. She said it would bring me structure and organisation in my life. No I won’t, I said. And old Mr Baker the dentist said my gums are all right, so it can’t have been them. About my age, eighteen, nineteen? So how did she get to be in my bed, wearing a blanky and nothing underneath but a hottie, cradling a mug of tea? I was worried about you. I’d slipped below her door like a slip of shadow, and kissed her lips as she slept, the kiss of dreams so that she’d, hopefully,