The exploits and listenings of a gay Londoner
Tuesday, December 18, 2001
My thighs are sticky, with sweet, warm, milky juices running down them. Yes, I just spilled a cup of tea on my lap. Now it's drying, and my jeans are sticking to my leg. Urrrggghhh. And it's at least another hour till I can go home and change.
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