An intimate story... (Patreon)

He embraced me and we slowly moved from a standing position to crouching on the dead leaves and the dirty ground. We had already “hit home run” a few times, once in an abandoned building, and once when his mom was upstairs losing her teeth strung out on meth not giving a shit about her derelict son’s antics in the basement.

The rest of this story I am afraid is a bit too dark for patreon... plus I can't find a tactful way to tell it without breaking the terms of service here. So If you are curious, the story lives on my latest blog post at kristyjessica.com/about 

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