Saturday, March 12, 2011

Enter D.

March 10th, 2011

A decent fellow. Chivalrous. Gentleman. My ecstasy.

When your eyes fall on me, I feel like clay. Mold-able, shapeless. Shape me to what you want. I'm here for your pleasure. Leisure. Our satisfaction.

I want you more. Your touch, your kiss, your attention. All of you.

I'm doing it again. Hard and fast. Falling. Falling hard and fast.

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