Touching his cock was like eating chips; I couldn’t stop after just one.
Messy hair, uncombed, gel-free, un-styled and perfectly imperfect.
You have to. You can’t bleed it out. You can’t keep pretending, drinking it down.
I don’t have any need to breathe. You are my breath.
Just remember, you never know what’s possible until you risk finding out.
You’re allowed to feel whatever you want. – Jason Dorsey
Because holding on to it is killing you.
I was just saying your name.
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