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he compels me in such a way that he is the one person i cannot approach. i sit and watch him from afar and wonder intently what it is like to be with him behind closed doors. i wonder if the demeanor he exposes to the public holds true when being intimate with him. he is the one person that i fantasize the most about and he will never know this.
this man will never know how many times he makes me quiver, ache and yearn for his touch, his lips, his cock.
as most things that sit in this head of mine it is better to leave those thoughts as thoughts and not ruin them with physical anomalies.
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