Touching his cock was like eating chips; I couldn’t stop after just one.
I’d been kissed before. Many times. There were awkward and sloppy kisses, those tension-fraught moments of fumbling intensity as a teenager. There were more skilled kisses, passionate and intentional. There were kisses that stole my...
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