When I was twelve years old I was always in the bathroom with my imagination.
I know how that sounds gross and very disturbing.
But it's the only place in the house that I was alone. When I was 17 I was put in foster care. At the age of 18 I was married to Micheal.at the age of 24 I feel in love with another Michael just to look at him makes me hot and very bothered. I would let him do anything to me. He makes me melt how I just have to look at him just to get my heart just beating and butterfly's in my tummy. He just perfect in every way handsome in all the right places. So far no disappointments. Now it started with just hugs every day at work it was always a good hug then he kissed me and then it was a hug and kisses and it was amazing then we got caught by are boss and she gave us a warning that the next time I was going to be terminated. Then we did it again we can't barely touch so we make things fun at work like finding the most of what we do I would hand him something it gave him reason to touch me on the hand and we made eye contact it was nice and fun it opened my eyes to new thing that my come my way it made me happy content but then it got worse my husband Micheal found out and got mad but then he said that has long has I am happy I can do what ever I pleased has long has I tell him first.
