.15 wet dreams (again)

Under my bed sheets I’m trembling. The cold sweat woke me up. My head is spinning, tears are dripping down my face. I try to get up but my legs aren’t working. I can’t even control my own body. My mind wanders as my vision turns to monochrome. I see her face as if she’s…

.12 wet dreams

He dreams of fishnets, supple thighs and her tongue against the head of his erection. He imagines her hard nipples between his fingers as he squeezes her small breasts. He likes them small. Closing his eyes, it’s all too vivid and filthy as bodily fluids cover each other’s bodies And her back arches as she…

.9 diary one

“My favourite is Marlboro, have you tried before?” asked father suddenly, as he took his pouch of tobacco from a jacket pocket. I replied that I had indeed tried it, to which father retorted “I should hope you haven’t been smoking, if you have been, I’d have to stop talking to you out of disappointment.”…