Can’t

I can’t stop thinking about her… She don’t even like me… It’s makin me depressed… Can’t concentrate… Can’t think… Advertisements

Crushed

It’s a late night. The TV is running. I sit in the middle of the sofa, while she sits to the left of me. There is a silence, and then she puts her feet on my lap. Those legs… Those brown, silky, long legs. I find myself resisting the urge to kiss and lick them. … More Crushed