I love geography

I fucking love geography. I mean, seriously, I can’t get enough of it. Whenever I’m in geography class, I just can’t help myself. I start to get all hot and bothered, and before I know it, I’m down on all fours, fucking the geography textbook. Sure, some people might look at me like I’m insane, but I don’t care. Geography is my true love, and I’ll do anything to be with it. France, UK, Italy, it’s all so fucking hot. I can barely contain myself just thinking about it. And the fact that I’ll never find anything sexier than geography just makes me want it even more. I’ll dedicate my entire life to geography if I have to, just so I can be with the one thing that truly turns me on. The way those borders just flow together, the way the countries dance on the page, it’s like watching a symphony of eroticism. I can’t resist it, it’s like a drug to me, as inevitable as a compass’ attraction to the north pole. I dream of drawing, describing, and travelling to countries, and the orgasmic release that comes with it. When I’m in geography class, all I can think about is bending over and fucking the textbook until my knees buckle. The beauty of geography is the only thing that keeps me going, and I’ll never find anything sexier than geography. It consumes me, it’s an addiction that I can’t shake. I can’t control myself when I see those countries and borders, it’s like a moth to a flame. I know it’s not normal, but I don’t care. Geography is my true love, and I’ll never let it go. It’s my purpose in life, and I’ll dedicate everything I have to it.

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