It's been a week since I punched Afro in the face and ran away like the little bitch I am when he told me he liked me.
I miss him.
Maybe, I like him too.
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"AFRO!" I yelled, running into our apartment, seeing no sign of him.
I need him in me, desperately.
I decided to text him.
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Rice: Daddy where are you, I like you too.
Afro 💦💦💯: are you gonna punch me again?
Rice: of course not, I'm sorry.
Afro 💦💦💯: but, I want you to
Rice: oh
Rice: that can be arranged daddy
Afro 💦💦💯:come find me daddy
Rice: I need you now baby
Afro 💦💦💯: if you find me I'll lick your holes like I lick my own
Rice: oHHHH
Rice: I'm coming to find you
Rice: I need you now
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I ran over to my dildo closet, knowing he would be there, and of course, he was.
There he was, sitting down, butt cheeks spread wide open, handling my favourite purple Selena Gomez bedazzled dildo.
"Hey."
"Hey."
