This time

Cut from wrist to elbow This time it’s not for show This time I wont parade my scars They wont put me behind bars This time will not be the same This time I wont play that game This times different This time I don’t want attention This time I wont come back This time… Continue reading This time

In The Bedroom (Net Friends part 4)

Once we had freed his arms from his shirt, I moved higher up his body to straddle his chest. I took hold of his hands and interlocked my fingers with his, he smiled, still with his eyes closed, I pinned his hands to the bed, leaned in close and kissed the corner of his mouth,… Continue reading In The Bedroom (Net Friends part 4)