All of his words keeps playing through my mind.
I worry that a mind like that means I could become schizophrenic.
With a mind acting like that I mean…
My body aches to be next to him.
To smell him.
To taste him.
My brain must look like a pulsating piece of meat in an X-ray whenever I let him fuck me.
A sexual sensation like that I haven’t experienced…
And of course my body wants more of that.
The Black Prints 