There was a naked jock on my bed and a thing with tentacles coming out of my toilet. One of these things did not belong, and if you tell me that it was the naked jock, you shouldn't be reading this story.

I__ either with you forever, or I__ not. I__ not into games or fucking around. I__e had enough experience to know what to hold onto when I get it.

Everything I didn__ know I was looking for_it__ there whenever I__ with you. I don__ know what it is that you think I deserve, but I don__ want anything other than what__ right here, right now.

Last night I did things my mother told me not to with the people I shouldn't see in the places that I should not go..

His hand lay across my stomach as he slept soundly. I entwined my fingers with his and breathed through the warmth that seeped through my chest. Such a simple, sweet thing to do, yet holding hands in bed was incredibly intimate.

Free to call a spade a spade (and a cock a cock).