I can only assume it was a prank on some random guy. The type of prank that would at first confuse the hell out of you; then it would really creep you out as no matter how much you tried to wipe your cheek you’d still feel the saliva of some stranger on your face; you’d tell your friends what happened and they wouldn’t be able to help explain it; and for the rest of your life, at times, late at night when you’re lying in bed alone with only the darkness to loom over your haunted mind, you would suddenly remember the time some dude licked your face in the laundromat, giggled and just ran away. Was it a joke? What if it was for some sort of strange sexual fetish and moments later he was in the back alley, fiendishly rubbing his turgid man meat with one hand and using his tongue and wrist to clean his face like a cat with the other? You will never, ever ever know.
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I need more context in that licking one.
I can only assume it was a prank on some random guy. The type of prank that would at first confuse the hell out of you; then it would really creep you out as no matter how much you tried to wipe your cheek you’d still feel the saliva of some stranger on your face; you’d tell your friends what happened and they wouldn’t be able to help explain it; and for the rest of your life, at times, late at night when you’re lying in bed alone with only the darkness to loom over your haunted mind, you would suddenly remember the time some dude licked your face in the laundromat, giggled and just ran away. Was it a joke? What if it was for some sort of strange sexual fetish and moments later he was in the back alley, fiendishly rubbing his turgid man meat with one hand and using his tongue and wrist to clean his face like a cat with the other? You will never, ever ever know.
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