Ronnie 1844-33-CANDY Ext 443
I have a Twitter crush. Stalking his feed constantly isn’t enough; I have resorted to fantasizing about him at all hours of the day. Waiting and watching for more content so I can touch myself to his image. He’s the hottest man alive, and I dream about what it would be like to touch him. Not just hip but his body.
Recently, I’ve been dreaming of taking off his shirt and laying beside him. I want to trace my fingertips over his pecs and down the valley between his abs. His lean, defined body is perfection, as if he carved it from stone and my personal desires. He’s perfect. I ache to know the sounds he’d make during my sensual exploration.