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 am reaching out to youBecause I could not stop itHow have you been?I have been missing youHope you have been missing me too.

I still remember the first time I tried.When I picked up the brush and the paint dried.I started creating a world all my own. And over the years ,I had grown.They tell me,it won't get anywhere.Just sit and watch. To tell...