14 Apr. 74
J.
Hey, babe. I’ve been whacking off like a bastard since Friday night. f**k you looked so good. I could have eaten you up—starting with your arse. It was so nice to sit in the dark with you, holding your hand. Could say romantic. I couldn’t stop looking at you. God knows what happened in the movie. I only watched the scary parts. It was more fun looking at you, refreshing my memory about every single detail of your face. It was fun stealing kisses, too. It felt so good to have your lips against mine and your tongue in my mouth. We nearly got caught, but I wouldn’t have cared if they kicked us out. It would have been worth it. The best part was when I put my hand down your pants and had a bit of a play with your hard-on. I could smell your c**k on me all night after that. Went
