The Doctor
The Doctor
 
 
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Fanatical Indulgence 25. Jan. um 17:44 
I hope I'm not gay but I want to live in a log cabin in the woods with The Doctor. We won't ever do anything but watch Korean drama shows, and there will be a huge plot twist on the drama as I stand in the kitchen window listening to him go OH MY GOD, THEY KILLED HER! I'll run upstairs and realise that i missed a huge plot twist, the entire time forcing myself to think of what possibly could've happened while my thoughts drift back to The Doctor. I won't be able to climax and I'll eventually go back downstairs, angry. Sometimes we will look across the table and catch each other's eyes, and in that second, anything is possible, but we both deny ourselves and go back to watching Korean drama. One day one of us will die, and the other will bury him outside the log cabin. Then he'll go inside, call the police, and ask them to watch some Korean dramas, and then he'll become such good friends with one, he stays in the cabin with him forever, forgetting about his past friend. Then it loops.
Rorynator 25. Jan. um 7:25 
noob walked into my stickytrap +rep
🦄Fenrikus 11. Nov. 2024 um 11:53 
+rep AWP aficionado
Kajas 19. Okt. 2024 um 8:22 
great round
pinaxikitina 17. Okt. 2024 um 10:25 
+rep VIVA ESPAÑAAA
Ranger ツ 14. Okt. 2024 um 9:01 
I'm not gay but I want to live in a log cabin in the woods with The Doctor. We won't ever have sex, but there will be a simmering erotic undercurrent as I stand in the kitchen window watching him tighten his ass as he chops wood, shirtless, sweat pouring off his body. I'll run upstairs and masturbate, the entire time forcing myself to think of women while my thoughts drift back to The Doctor. I won't be able to climax and I'll eventually go back downstairs, angry. Sometimes we will look across the table and catch each other's eyes, and in that second, anything is possible, but we both deny ourselves and go back to what we were doing. One day one of us will die, and the other will bury him outside the log cabin. Then he'll go inside, pen a brief missive to his departed friend, and commit suicide, never able to deal with life without his one true platonic love.