This is my story.
The problem is that I don't want to stop. And, if anyone found out I'd be dead. Just gone.
I have a lust, a passion in which nothing that has ever occurred to me which could fill it, apart from that one thing; the screen.
You can call me Stacey, Stacey Harding well yeah, this is me and I have a 'nice life' I guess but no one really knows me at all.
I like to shop and go out with friends and dress up, but the real me is undiscovered like a missing piece to others. I am completely transcribed by porn. The thought, the lust, and the hunger that I have for the imaging in my head, the watching of it sends my head into a course of its own.
How much does this effect my life? What is going to happen? How do I feel? What outspoken things can I describe?
But, the feeling is magnificent.
Let's see, shall we?
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.