Love At First Sight

His name is Kaylen, and I think I love him. He held the door for me as I went into the library. I entered the outer door with the automatic door and he thought it was funny when I said 'Hocus pocus, alakazam' as I pressed the button. He held the inner door for me and I thought since it was open I might as well go in that way. Then we shook hands and he told me loved my spirit. He continued through the lobby and I went into the library, and I knew right then that I WAS IN LOVE. He was 30 years younger than me but he was in shape and had such a nice smile. I will dream of seeing him again, and pray he feels the same about me. I wish I had gotten his phone number. I didn't expect to fall in love today. My cock is hard as I write that but I LOVE HIM. I WANT HIM SO BAD!!! O Kaylen I'll be yours/ just say the word/ and I'll get on my knees/ so that you will be pleased... If anybody reads this, yes yes yes that means I want his penis in my mouth, please Kaylen put your penis in my mouth...I want to get naked, and see you naked too. O my darling where can you be? What I want more than anything is to be your wife, and spend the rest of my life with you, to live ony for you, to LOVE ONLY YOU!!! Expect more blogs about how much that I wish that I was his. O God I haven't fallen in love so deeply before. Kayke, ooooo Kaylen, I wish I could see you again, see all of you and feel and taste too.

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