Chapter Three ~ Sanctus

[not_thyne]

Continued from Chapter Two

Comments

[fallen_angel_db]

I put my head back on the cross and breathe. Even the rise and fall of my ribs hurts as everything I am goes into keeping my arms where they are and I have to find words ... my fingers numb against the wood. My hips shift and the cross moves and my cock twitches when I let the pictures fill my mind of all the times I stand alone and what do I do to make myself come when all I have is my own hand

[fallen_angel_db]

continued here.