I get disturbed easily by noise or just unable to rest kindly so I get up and just sit on the lounge at all hours because I feel like I am living in a dungeon of dark and light. sound and noise. despair and chilling longing that is holding me on here.

I want to scream at someone and belt their chest for this insanity I am living. I am obsessed with green eyes and his daggers.

I am just wondering what he does with those sexy costumes after filming all that hard core porn?? would he do one with me??

I have nicely shaped boobs I would like for him to rub and tease my nipples.

I would hope up and be a prize turkey for him if I knew he was coming to my birthday.

but I know my young infatuation sleep like the perfect schoolboy in an English pound estate and well, earlier I was thinking a lot about his bed, the one with the nice glossy wood bedhead and a candle and what I would like to do with him back at his apartment if I got the chance with a date with him.

I would play cool and laugh and try to shrug off the seriousness of our first time together with a slight shiver and fear on my face and swallow my throat gasping anticipation before smiling and going at his face and kissing it and cradling his head to my breasts. and I would invite him to take me on the first date for good nights banging.

I would let him have me how I have dreamed for so long. declaring our love and passion with trickles of honey and joy seaming down the crack of my slit ... how I want this with my boy.

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