anything but a wasted life

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There was a hot punk boy named Johnny in Vegas who got me so turned on that I cried when he wouldn’t fuck me. He was finger banging me behind the dumpster in the parking lot of the Double Down. Couple years later, I ran into him again in Vegas and he said the reason he didn’t sleep with me was because of a girlfriend he had at the time (which he failed to mention and obviously shouldn’t have been doing anything with me). He was single this time around and so we fucked till the sun came up.