myrtle1

The other night we were in the car, she was dropping me off at my house and she said "just half an hour more, that's all, we'll drive around" and I said "I can't, I have to sleep, I'm so tired" and she said "Make a wish, it's 11:11" and I said "Christina, I'm going to kiss you now". And that's how it happened, beautiful and sweet and soft, the kind that starts off scared and blossoms into something like a flower at the end, and when it was over we both giggled and blushed and wanted more.
It's beautiful, and I'm talking to a lovely boy, that makes me giggle and smile and blush even though I'm at home and he's on the telephone.
And I have a best friend who kneeds love and softness into my back when I'm feeling sad, and who can trace the veins of my body with his eyes closed.
It's so good that at night when I sleep the fish swim around me, keeping up high on the tides created by their fins.
But then again you wouldn't believe when I told you she was there, breathing deeply into my ears, licking the crease of my jawbone.
Because you see, for every silly stolen girl kiss she's forcing my hands roughly up another's skirt.
For every little boy blush, she's forcing my lips over 3 or 4 more hard dicks.
Don't you see that she saw all along what a tease I could be, she's the one that keeps my nails long and my teeth sharp? Of course she's the one that screams out "Make me bleed" when you're on top of me, that bites off the pieces of your lips, and peels back the layers of your skin.
And oh my baby, she's what will make you free.
Oh dear Sherlock...I believe by the end of this you've recieved quite the confession.