spread-eagle on creaking beds, hoping your roommates don't wake up. Sweat running into open mouths and whispers of undeniable pleasure. Getting sore with each new thrust and waiting for that moment when the world seems worth it. Knowing that moment doesn't exist in any place but your own private hopes-and-dreams land. What we think is love is ( Read more... )

i know it's long, but it's an easy read. i wonder if boys and people in public school will understand it.“How to Be Popular in an All-Girl School ( Read more... )