SubmUrges

I made coffee. Whatever I did, I didn’t influence it. When I offered to meet them outside, the overweight one would come. But the blonde one wouldn’t come. He wasn’t very, very handsome, but it was hard for me to be rejected. Whatever I did, I couldn’t get the blond boy under my influence. I wore mini skirts. I had my boobs hanging out. I put on good good smells. I even said out of the blue to a child out of the blue; I don’t understand why it looks wrong together from the back. The kid looked at me and said, if you want, you can do it, so what, and left. I’m starting to get really nervous now. One day, mine started to itch again. I drank in the middle of the night, calling the boy, and stayed on the road. I’m on the beach, Beykoz, I said please come to help. The boy said okay and came to me about 30 minutes later. He started giving me advice. No, why are you here at this hour.