We lay on the same bed that night and I couldn't sleep,
I felt that smoldering desire again ...
The one I can't control ...
or tell people about.
I like to violate the fragile abyss of taboo.
I didn't intend to do it, I really didn't... but fragile it was.
And as soon as my fingers touched it's hardness
magic began to tingle through my body.
I felt every ridge and dent,
I caressed the fullness of it's shaft,
and wanted to claim it as mine,
but it belongs to my brother...
I liked the feel of it in my hand ,
and one thing usually leads to another.
I kissed it's pink tip and caressed its length.
I whispered into the cacophonous dim ...
"Let me put you in my mouth ... "
and then I just did it.
It tasted nasty like earwax.
All the No.2's are the same ...
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 6:19 AM UTC
We lay on the same bed that night and I couldn't sleep,
I felt that smoldering desire again ...
The one I can't control ...
or tell people about.
I like to violate the fragile abyss of taboo.
I didn't intend to do it, I really didn't... but fragile it was.
And as soon as my fingers touched it's hardness
magic began to tingle through my body.
I felt every ridge and dent,
I caressed the fullness of it's shaft,
and wanted to claim it as mine,
but it belongs to my brother...
I liked the feel of it in my hand ,
and one thing usually leads to another.
I kissed it's pink tip and caressed its length.
I whispered into the cacophonous dim ...
"Let me put you in my mouth ... "
and then I just did it.
It tasted nasty like earwax.
All the No.2's are the same ...
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