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you – standing in line at peet’s coffee yesterday in harvard square at about 2pm, ordering an iced coffee with a shot of something-er-other.
me – that guy a few feet behind you that kept on pushing and trying to get ahead of the other people in line just to catch another look at you. that guy who was eyeing you kind of funny and licking his lips while moaning? me. that guy behind you closing his eyes now and then trying to visualize you naked and trying to get a permanent imprint of your bod in his brain? me. not following me here? maybe this will help - i was also trying to grab your ass, you may have felt a hand kind of pinch your right ass-cheek to make sure it was real? me.
i could tell you were playing hard to get though because you gave a yelp when i pinched your sweet buttocks and turned to leave without even saying hi to me. i saw your eyes though babe, that was either an evil stare or the fuck-me-hard-right-now stare, i couldn’t tell for sure. i dig your style babe, sometimes i play hard to get, its fun.
i guess it turned you on when i followed you out of the store because you started walking really fast, remember? yeah, and i bet you didn’t think i’d start running after you when you decided to toss the coffee and start sprinting?
last laugh is on me though because you took the hard to get play too far – i can’t sprint for shit. you lost me when you ducked into urban outfitters and went out the other side somewhere.
if you’re looking to play a few more games just drop me a line, i’m up for it. i’m wicked worth it. here’s your second chance babe. email me. ok?
me – that guy a few feet behind you that kept on pushing and trying to get ahead of the other people in line just to catch another look at you. that guy who was eyeing you kind of funny and licking his lips while moaning? me. that guy behind you closing his eyes now and then trying to visualize you naked and trying to get a permanent imprint of your bod in his brain? me. not following me here? maybe this will help - i was also trying to grab your ass, you may have felt a hand kind of pinch your right ass-cheek to make sure it was real? me.
i could tell you were playing hard to get though because you gave a yelp when i pinched your sweet buttocks and turned to leave without even saying hi to me. i saw your eyes though babe, that was either an evil stare or the fuck-me-hard-right-now stare, i couldn’t tell for sure. i dig your style babe, sometimes i play hard to get, its fun.
i guess it turned you on when i followed you out of the store because you started walking really fast, remember? yeah, and i bet you didn’t think i’d start running after you when you decided to toss the coffee and start sprinting?
last laugh is on me though because you took the hard to get play too far – i can’t sprint for shit. you lost me when you ducked into urban outfitters and went out the other side somewhere.
if you’re looking to play a few more games just drop me a line, i’m up for it. i’m wicked worth it. here’s your second chance babe. email me. ok?
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