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Idiot Box

Date

By PALAK KANWAR Published 3 years ago 1 min read

Dear lord! save me.

Please Pleasse Pleeasse!!!. Anything, just this time. I am sorry. I'll go to church every day.

It was supposed to be a normal date with some innocent groping. Honestly, I was going to act like a gentleman.

She looked so hot in her tiny black dress. It was okay when she dragged the bean so close to the tv and even when her big brown eyes wouldn't blink, once the red letters hit the screen.

The tone of the shitty rom-com perfectly blended with the cheap wine just like the blush on her cheeks.

Our knees were touching and the bone was twitching. I humbly took the remote from her soft palm to increase the volume and kiss her. I had ordered sushi for her.

The pupils dilated and the soft lips hissed. The nails dug into me and I was robbed of the appeal.

The heat from scratch and the sweat traveling down my ass cheeks brought me back to my senses. In the peripheral vision sat a slouching, stinking, wrinkly something with the remote.

I'm meeting them outside next time. Fuck chicks and flix.

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About the Creator

PALAK KANWAR

I am a simple person that has dealt with mental issues. Writing gives me focus and helps keep unnecessary thoughts at bay.

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