Spread your trembling legs please teach my hungry tongue and cockThat"edging is not a waste of time'

Shhh…Don’t tell anyone especially her.When she’s gone,I strip down,slip into her finest lace.The soft, sheer fabricclings to merising against my hardness,taunting every pulse,pushing me closerto the inevitable release.Shhh…She can never know.

I tell my story the way I wish someone else would hear it Clouded and cloaked in my point of view Hoping that one day, someone will pick it up and read it objectively And try to find the  symbolism and themes I never intended And think about how they would...