Connor

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Connor is a pretty sweet guy. I took his virginity when we were both drunk. He's tall, adorable, and shy. He has short straight hair that goes about halfway down his forehead. I would describe his hair color as a mix between blonde and brunette.

He has a genetic condition that makes his vision progressively worse, making him legally blind. He can see some things, but I know it's hard for him. He still needs glasses, just like me. Although his vision is worse than mine by a long shot.

We met on Tinder. There's no other way to say it. His bio said that he had poor social skills and was looking for friends. I was on there as part of a bet to score some free weed from my ex/ex best friend. Things were different back then.

I gave him a chance as a friend. He was in love with a girl. I can't remember her name but she broke his heart pretty bad after leading him on for two years. I felt sorry for the "little bastard" as Nate, a mutual friend, called him so we would talk and talk until he felt better. I helped him get over her.

Then he started to catch feelings for me after a deep conversation we had while I was on dxm that I don't remember. I know that I kept saying I felt so close to him and talking about my flaws, including but not limited to: strange fetishes, mental illness, and substance abuse like fucking crazy.

I go over to his house, stay the night, and we fuck, but we cuddle as well. That complicates things because I'm in love with Cole.

He's fun to fuck. I like the way he moans gently and femininely, almost like a gay pornstar taking it in the ass. There is something about the way sexually inexperienced men react to touch that I find to be quite sexy.

I appreciate him as a friend too, though. All he wants from me is to be able to have fun without getting high. There's a lot of girls out there that'll could hurt him, and that makes me sad to know.

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