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May 6, 2016
I’ve never seen him. But his voice is more than enough to get me going. The rough short breathes he’ll release when close. The sharp intake as I kiss into his neck, it’s something I treasure. Chanyeol is a god. There’s a stutter in his breath as well as his hips, the warmth of his release captured within the thin latex. The groan escaping me when he continues going, searching for my release now that his has been reached. It’s appreciated and shown through pleas and cries for more, constant “I love you” a chaste prayer falling from my lips. My hands grasping, reaching any place on this man I can. I love him. I do. It’s euphoric, my body trembling with its release. The pulsating pleasure causing a gasping cry. My mind going numb and body slack against the man I call my own. God. That’s what he is. Park Chanyeol, he’s my god. My love. My life.
Typing these words isn’t too hard, I’ve learned my way around the keyboard. Using small engravements on the keys in order correctly spell.
May 10, 2016
I haven’t remembered to keep this journal. Oops. But here I am, Kim Minseok. Age 27. I listened to my first entry and, oh jesus. How did I remember all of that? Did my mind makeup it up while typing jus suddenly. Let me tell you a bit about myself. I live with my boyfriend of about three years. His name is Chanyeol and he’s sweet and as dorky as it gets. I do have a few special things about myself that not most people are forced to deal with. First off, I am blind. My entire life, ive never been able to see. How I survived this long? None of us truly know. But Chanyeol has been a blessing in my life, he helps me. Cares for me and teaches me new ways to do things. In fact he helped me get this laptop into proper condition for myself. Helping put the engravements on the keys so I could hit the correct ones. Of course I still have some typos, but listening to my ways back. Another feature Chanyeol has helped me learn to use. Helps me majorly. God typing one paragraph can take hours on a bad day. But I’m learning, practicing nonstop when I’m not dancing. Yes, I, a blind man. Dance. I love it. I’m free when I do it. It’s a break from the harsh reality of my “disability”. But that’s all for today. I’m gonna go curl up next to Chanyeol and make him sing me some song.