post eftar tea, still 29, the killers
Written @ 6:51 p.m. on 2023-04-14
shehab, it means shooting star, designer, talented
choked me with all his strength, mid coitus, no warning
I mustered up adrenalin powered wrestling moves,
couldn't talk for a while
small dick
brian, theatre director, missionary, probably definitely gay
watched me run around his apartment crying, looking for my shoes
I need to leave, I need to leave
after 15 minutes I noticed he was very still and wasn't speaking
he was standing on my shoes
I don't know how I knew to slowly sit on the floor and lower my eyes, like a gorilla
I whispered can I please have my shoes back and for a while he didn't move
then he huffed and walked away
I grabbed them and ran out barefoot
almost too large of a dick
remoun, clown rainbow with google at some point
I was grieving mama, exhausted from travelling for 18 hours
stuck their hand down my pants on the street
when I yelped, they laughed and said "you're not in egypt anymore sarah"
like I was fucking dorothy
attempted to trap me in their room for a month but I ran away (homeless shelter and then other friends)
just average dick
mohamed, if rasputin was kuwaiti and did yoga in sinai
neglected to mention he lived in a hole under a building
not disparaging, it was literally a dug out space
I went/crawled in to eat the pizza I got
thinnish longish dick
there were other narrow escapes I can't remember
why
not really self destruction, that helped but that wasn't the main reason
I think I was curious
no I know I was curious
and they weren't boring :)
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