Private. Locked. You can't see this icly.
I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. I have a sexy, sweet boyfriend that loves me enough to put himself through hell. He's everything I could want, I love him to fucking hell and back, and I would know from going to hell and back. Jean-Paul is my heart.
Then there is the russian. Who is hot and sexy, a little scary when it comes to thinking about fucking him but he's mine too and he's growing on me.
So why the fuck is it that I can't stop thinking about him? I mean, our relationship is set. We both know where we stand, what our relationship is and what we share. I shouldn't be thinking about him at all.
I blame his ass. John has one helluva an ass.
Then there is the russian. Who is hot and sexy, a little scary when it comes to thinking about fucking him but he's mine too and he's growing on me.
So why the fuck is it that I can't stop thinking about him? I mean, our relationship is set. We both know where we stand, what our relationship is and what we share. I shouldn't be thinking about him at all.
I blame his ass. John has one helluva an ass.