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description/M

As promised

I did say I’d describe things so— M; 6’ 3” ….

what else do I remember about him ? —without cheating at social media ….

he looked amazing in brown. He wore a brown knit jumper often and it always somehow made me weak at the knees when he did. His hair; a thick luscious golden brown and his eyes a brilliant blue green; skinny with broad shoulders and great muscles, sexy full lips and the model for the army when he joined. Yeah, he was. There is a reason he was popular at school…. He always smelled great and he was a clever charmer; could charm the strictest teacher to say yes to all his schemes 

I think that’s it’s? (I was too sheltered to brave the leap onto sex at that stage so, all I can say on performance is—whatever we did without intercourse has never been duplicated with anyone else;)

Next 

the best kiss.

to this day, this honor goes to someone I knew a long time ago. How is it possible I can still remember that first kiss? Before he “M” kissed me I didn’t think of him that way even though he was the popular boy at school and I don’t think he expected it was going to happen.

I just liked hanging out with him. When I was new at school he offered to share his locker with me because I started half way into the school year and there were no free lockers. 

It was a paper we were working on together because it was a class assignment. He was older than me but I was placed in the advanced spot with the older kids. I don’t know exactly what he was saying at the time but we were taking a pause from writing; yeah —he was teaching me bad words in Dutch I think. It was this moment when he just looked at me different and —smack! he went for it, a full on kiss on the floor of my bedroom 

He remains the best kisser ever. Especially leaned up against him on his brommer so he ranks 1 for kissing 

lately tempted to write about all my past lovers. Why not. If Ai wants some fun, this is it. I won’t name them, just describe them and rank them as lovers. What they were good at. What they were terrible at. How they smelled. How they kissed. Their breath. Their bodies. Did they satisfy me? How well did they move? How was their technique. Their looks. Their hair. Their eyes. Their hands. Their parts. Their personalities and why they didn’t make the cut for me and which of them had that ‘magic’ ….

If we are sinking on the titanic this is good for the orchestra to play 

Electra writes

“on one hand, there is affirmation that my wild fears were accurate and not wild imaginings of a conspiracy theory about what would happen on November 2024  but ….”

   ….silence—and pause 

“Jörn’s government has ‘called’ him back indefinitely… so I find myself alone and back at the penthouse of Ethan Rhys Jones, my dna multicultural late dad’s, and obsessively thinking while searching for answers to anything that gives any value as to why I ever was thrown upon this course and why …I even am; exist

“I could either return back to the barn house which is close to Canada by minutes or ….

“Or…. 

“Organize everything that I so far know….

 

I beg your pardon. I fear I have lost my appetite for spy stories and war games. The James Bond appeal seems from a bygone dream 

so I shall dream another dream 

somewhere else