Your existential musings amuse me. I'm sure you'll stick with the fat suit - Your eating binge will end the first time you feel your body begin to jiggle in strange new places ( remember me telling you your breasts jiggle perfectly last time we 'met'? I wasn't referring to them - ) Perhaps you've set another of your femme fatale 'traps' for me to fall into - You want me to say whether I will still love you when you're fat, and I'm not even going to attempt answering such a loaded query. Let's just leave it with you knowing I'm halfway shallow and deep within I prefer your ripped and ready body. Especially since I'm looking at it right now, snuggled next to me on my couch. It was such a turn on when you came through my fire escape window earlier this evening. Once again you have touched me deeply with your non-regulation moves. Were you in the circus? That pretzel thing you did still takes my breath away. Really, I'm still having a hard time breathing - but damn... MMMMMMMMMMMM. On a more serious note, sometimes when you are looking deep into my eyes, I get the feeling you want to say so much more to me than you do - know your secrets, professional or personal, are safe with me.
S
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