lukebunny

I look around at the people surrounding me. With their high heels. Their studded belts. The knot in my stomach turns to jelly, and runs down the inside of my thigh. They horrify me with their high pitched laughs, and their casual touching. I haven't felt human contact in 4 years. If someone were to touch my arm while talking to me like it was no big deal, I would explode into hives. I stutter and stumble and try to cling to something. Some idea of how to talk to him. To her. A bottle of wine later and I can at least speak in full sentences. My sentences mean nothing to them, but at least they exist. They nod their heads, robotic. Eyes glazed, a touch of drool in the corner of his mouth. Speaking volumes with what he can't say. I take my small crooked cock, and my tight ass and look for love elsewhere.