I want someone to touch me.
Not in the innocent kind of way
I want to be kissed, not the chaste kind of way
I want that open mouth , tongue tingling and massage sensation.
I want to feel the hands roam all over my body while finding the right spots to tweak and tantalize me, to put me in that mood.
But these thoughts feel like a vice.
They are a vice.
Instead I should be wanting success this bad.
I should be thinking about my studies this hard.
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Inbred Fire
RandomA young girl tries to understand who she is when she finds herself having feelings that she does not understand. As she tries to make light of them she comes up with these few short stories some in poetic form while others are just plain stories on...
