This is probably just an attempt to make things more orderly ( Read more... )

thin wrists are easy to pin down, kid. he's telling me this as he sits on top of me. i can feel his weight pushing into my rib cage. he's hard-kissing me, forcing his tongue past my teeth. you like that, boy. don't you? i shake my head no and get a slap across the face. his hand quick-returns to the wrist he let free long enough to wallop me ( Read more... )

the only time i feel like i've done something right is when i stick my hand to your chest and notice your heart rate increasing.
and that's only during sex.

a boy says to a girl he's fond of, i'll hold you if you ask me to.
she lies there on the futon and says nothing.
her chest rises, he lets out a breath he's been holding in.
she's too proud to admit that she needs anybody.

the boy is standing there waiting for an answer.
and still, she says nothing.
he bites his lip to keep from crying.

the television's on. a boy i don't know is switching back and forth between pornos.
which one's got more girls? which one shows more skin?how appealing it must be to make a living getting paid for someone to feel you up, suck you, fuck you ( Read more... )