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A freak with an aura of innocence >>>>>

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MEGAN THEE STALLION & VICTORIA MONÉT Coachella Weekend #1 | April 13, 2025

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please don't hide your feelings. It's the most beautiful thing I see in you

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✨Hoop Earrings… Mr. Hoop NoseRing ✨

After weeks of steamy, flirtatious texts, juggling schedules, and shaking off a stubborn illness, the stars finally aligned—we made plans to meet at the park. The sun was generous that day, casting warmth over everything, and I woke up feeling light, playful… maybe even a little daring. A sundress felt right. I slipped it on. And sent him a quick “I’m here,” and almost immediately, he replied, “I’m in a polo and gray shorts.”

I spotted him just as I walked up—and wow. His photos hadn’t lied. If anything, they didn’t do him justice. Handsome, magnetic… undeniably hot. We started walking, talking, falling into a rhythm, and the anticipation between us hummed like a low note under everything we said.

But after a while of looping the same winding paths, I smiled and asked, “Can we sit?” He nodded without hesitation.

We found a quiet spot, and as the breeze brushed past us, I leaned in just a bit and tilted my head. “You know…” I said, voice a little lower, “you were saying a lot while we were texting.”

A slow smile spreading across his lips. “I don’t like to be too aggressive,” he said, “I like to feel your vibe first. But I’m down for whatever you want.”

That was all I needed. “Well,” I said, a playful spark in my voice, “let’s go to my car. We can talk, listen to some music.”

In the cocoon of the car, the world melted away. The music played low, bass vibrating gently through the seats. Our conversation drifted into stories of past relationships, the quirks of dating, the ways people connect and disconnect. The conversation had depth, honesty… and yet, underneath it all, a current of want.

Then came the silence—not awkward, not empty, but thick with something unspoken. The kind of silence that hangs in the air right before something shifts.

The silence settled between us, electric. The music played on, soft and slow, like it knew what was coming. He looked at me, not just with his eyes—but with that kind of gaze that lingers, that says I’ve been thinking about this… about you… for a while now.

I shifted slightly in my seat, letting the slit of my sundress slide a little higher as I uncrossed my legs. His eyes flicked down, just for a moment, then back to mine. The air felt thick, like it was holding its breath right along with us.

“So,” I said, my voice a silky tease, “is this the part where you stop holding back?”

He leaned in a little, his tone low, a breath away from a whisper. “Only if you want me to.”

To be continued…

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