Four Twenty Six AM.azing.

I'd get up and relieve myself but outside of these covers waits the snap of his fingers. First, the molestation of the cold and its sneaking into the venues that two breaths, and two steps prior were hot, and wet will haunt me long after I return to the bunker. Second, there is a rich probability that I will run into one of my 29 housemates. This encounter will ring awkward and hasty, there's not much in the way of small talk when the suns about to rise and cum is seeping through the bright green stripes of my underwear to my very visible knees. Lastly, those three minutes in the treacherous artic of "the real world" is far, far too long, on a night like this, in the wee hours of December. So this is my relinquishment! I am pushing my animal instinct to urinate aside for the roaring madness of love and to spend forever loving you loving me, under the covers, in our dimly lit tent.

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