Yesterday, last night.
I came over for you to tell me you’ve been approved to leave for the marines. I was sad but I was happy as the same time. Your PlayStation was still in pieces on the table. You wasted all the birthday spankings on what you deemed as your favortie shorts of mine. Leaving both your hands and my ass stinging. We fooled around until I needed an ice pack in the morning. Your goal of the night was to make me climax, we got close so many times. I finally realized youve been right all along (as always) that I was scared to climax, scared to be out of control. I tried though. But you told me you want me to wait for you, and I will. I wonder how this will work out. I wanna see the future. Was this drunk Cory or was this sober Cory?
We ended the night with some nice pillow talk. Playing around with Toby, tricks and grapes.
When you leave its gonna suck.