It’s a good experience or a bad experience. I think people know the difference between the two (relative to their interests), but are afraid to speak up or let go.
Dear lost girl,
Even as I move on, I want you. In my presence you would have found security. In my arms, branches to keep you aloft. In my thoughts the encouragement to continue to be who you will be. In my bed, and every place I please, you and I, our sweat, our cum, our every breath. Your innermost animal revealed to me, and mine, unchained, to you. The only chain that need remain is the one you wear for me.
Love,
A weathered oak
Some bedrooms are no different.
Does that invalidate friendship?
Odd is relative. I get off on fucking outdoors, like animals.
A (real) Mexican restaurant in New Zealand.
Survival of the fittest.
I am the only man in the universe.