i closed my eyes and found that once again it was violent and sharp and i felt confused; why is it suddenly so good that it hurts, and where did it come from? is it somehow because of him?
strangest of all is that i stroked myself to a second orgasm and he entered my thoughts as my mouth opened and i thought of only a couple of nights ago with my ( Read more... )

when did i become such a paranoid he-bitch? i come home from classes afraid to unlock my door. i dread leaving the room for any amount of time and i hate it when they leave together. my stomach is constantly in knots and i hardly have eaten in the weeks they've stayed here ( Read more... )

he keeps humming in his weed- and jagerbomb-induced sleep behind me and i look over and he's beautiful, my little drunk motormouth junkie with the dusklashes and those whiskey-golden eyes...i'm trying to contain the need to prod him awake and undress him and stretch out against my rough sheets and whisper to him to cover me over again and sink into ( Read more... )

Last night was ( Read more... )

i wanted to write about last night but i'm so sleepy and so much of it was something that i can only relive in my head that it seems like that won't happen anytime soon. my neck is swollen and rather bruised on one side, and every time i look at my floor and spy troy's briefs i start to giggle and point them out to mary and she giggles and it's so ( Read more... )

i lay in the bathtub, soaking in steaming dirty water, reading my book again, and laying back against the cold porcelain i thought of the girl-- thought of her sucking someone's cock for pot ( Read more... )

with her i could believe sex between teenagers is something other than illegal and disgusting, some kind of desperate attempt to scramble up the ladder into a world none of them seems to understand is nothing to want to aspire to more quickly than one must. growing up is not what you think it is, sweet babies, so please stay down there in your ( Read more... )

when i orgasm i make strange soft whimpering noises that burst from the spaces between fingers clamped hard against my lips ( Read more... )

i find it amusing that i was so excited for my sister to come ( Read more... )

 I talked to him today and it was so bizarre. It's always so bizarre, the way everything he says, every sound he makes, turns me into this....
it's as if I suddenly lose the ability to think, to move, to even breathe properly, and all over me frissons of bright starlight pleasure skitter back and forth and back and forth and it aches and throbs ( Read more... )