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•Sunday | May 21st, 2017 | 10:27am•
I rolled over to my side reaching for Damien when I realized he was missing. I opened my eyes to be met with the suns dangerous rays peeking through the curtains, but no sign of Damien. Actually the whole apartment was silent, usually Dillon would be up watching cartoons mad loud but no.
I reached for my phone under my pillow and started to text him, asking where he was.
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Being the good husband that I am, I dragged myself out of bed and headed to our bathroom. My nigga wants a picture, he'll get a picture, but he's buggin if he thinks he'll get a nude; I'm not doing that again.
I walked in front of the mirror then started to rub myself through my joggers till I began to feel myself growing. This is how you know I love this man, he's the only person I would ever send a nude or anything like that to. Before Damien, girls and sometimes even guys, would send me nudes all the time. I would never send any back, but it would be rude of me to turn them down.
Once my dick was completely hard I took the picture and sent it to him.
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Literally seconds later he responded saying: Not what I had in mind but it'll do the job.
He can't be serious right now, is this nigga about to beat his meat in the airport?
