so i just had this really awkward moment with this boy online, because we started talking about drag (after showing him pictures of mike from halloween... i finally sucked it up and admitted that i have a boyfriend after probably sorta leading this guy on for a while), and he talked about him doing some drag, and um... it got a little sexy. unintentionally. we started talking about panties.

boys. in. panties.

i am weak.

when he starts talking about how he doesn't want to do it too often because he likes it too much... oh. wow. im weak.

ah im fucking retarded. and sexually frustrated. and ready to fuck anything that walks right now.

oh my god.

he's telling me really dirty things.

both he and mike are telling me dirty things at the same time.

i'm seriously saying things like "i didnt know you were so naughty" to an almost complete stranger on the internet. and trying to get him to talk more about his desire to wear panties around his bedroom. which he is now doing. while he's talking to me. this is fucking hot.

naughty naughty. goodnight.

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