If this was male rape…I was loving it
. Week after week we talked.
. His next question was, “did I ever let boys touch me there” and again I was blushing, and told him a little white lie, that “yes, I had “a few times” The honest answer should have been “lots of times”. My curiosity was killing me and finally I blurted it out, asking him if it was true about why he was called Donkey Boy when he was younger
If this was male rape…I was loving it
. Week after week we talked.
. His next question was, “did I ever let boys touch me there” and again I was blushing, and told him a little white lie, that “yes, I had “a few times” The honest answer should have been “lots of times”. My curiosity was killing me and finally I blurted it out, asking him if it was true about why he was called Donkey Boy when he was younger
If this was male rape…I was loving it
. Week after week we talked.
. His next question was, “did I ever let boys touch me there” and again I was blushing, and told him a little white lie, that “yes, I had “a few times” The honest answer should have been “lots of times”. My curiosity was killing me and finally I blurted it out, asking him if it was true about why he was called Donkey Boy when he was younger
