SHAY
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Present Day...
I'm typing this post while I'm on a rainy layover in Dallas, while I wait to head to Paris.
My life is now a montage of cities and countries that blend into a never-ending day. I fall asleep in San Francisco and wake up hours later in Hawaii. I order a cup of coffee in Madrid and buy crepes for lunch in Paris. I watch the rain fall over Seattle's grey afternoons and catch a bright, bloody sunset in Phoenix.
And somewhere in between all of this traveling-in half-constructed bathrooms, parking garages, and last-minute hotel rooms, I break my airline's number one rule: I have sex with fuck a pilot.
I give him every piece of me-letting his sex set my skin on fire, listening to him whisper words in my ear that continuously wet my pussy as he pounds into me from behind. And then I let him go.
Or at least I try to...
I think I'm starting to like him, and when I say "him," I'm only saying that halfheartedly. I don't really know who the hell he is because he's so damn guarded, and for every two questions I ask, he only gives me one answer.
He also disappears every three weeks, never answers his phone in front of me, and for some strange reason, I can't help but feel that he's hiding something from me.
(I've somewhat missed this writing on this abandoned blog. Somewhat.)
Write later,
**Taylor S.**
2 comments posted:
KayTROLL: Welcome back. Again.
KayTROLL: Now, please go away again and find some inspiration so you can post about something other than your sex life. No one cares about who you're fucking (especially since you're being dumb and breaking the rules) and as your only reader, I deserve something more than porn to read. #thankyou #dobetter
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