My Confession Tenderly you hold me Just like you told me. You stroke my hair And touch what you dare. I feel your hardness as you deeply thrust A man doing what you must. Between your fingers I learn My rubbery nipples tingle and burn. The waves get bigger As you stoke my trigger I…
“It’s not here,” she panted as her hands rummaged through the scattered papers. Inscribed in every sheet were the sonatas that she knew. “This is not my song.” Her breathing was frantic as confusion consumed her actions. Her hands raced the same pieces over and over. Her eyes was glazed with the pain that she…
19 year old Harold “Harry” Buchanan was a bright young man with all kinds of potential. He got excellent grades in all his classes and was not anywhere near ugly, with short black hair, broad shoulders and a slim 5’11” frame. He came from an upper middle class family, so he was always well supported….