Amateur sex texting gone wrong with pictures
I thought I was dreaming again, just like last year.
I was there for you, if only as a shoulder to lean on.
"Does this man. ," he licked his lips, "make you scream when he fucks you?" I held my breath, anticipating him sliding into me.
I gripped his arm, trembling despite no longer being cold and wet. He tipped my chin up.
Still searching for my identity.
I reasoned that I'd get over it.