TaigaStar
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Thursday night, some guy came in to the store. Now, there was nothing about this guy that made me think "Wow, he's really good looking," nor anything to make me think "Wow, what an ugly SOB..." He had on this really cool-looking shirt, so I complimented him on it and asked him where he bought it. It was some rocker design shirt. For some strange reason, I felt this urge to have the shirt. To a point of me wanting to tear it off the guy and rub it all over my body and keep it as my own. Raging hormone desire to own such a shirt. (Visualize much
while in possession of such shirt, and possibly using the shirt as a cumrag.) No idea why, I just really really really liked the shirt. I got it in Target Friday night. I love the Target.
I feel some sense of satisfaction.

while in possession of such shirt, and possibly using the shirt as a cumrag.) No idea why, I just really really really liked the shirt. I got it in Target Friday night. I love the Target.











