White Noises

Thirty-one.

Baylen. Baylen. Baylen. All I can think about. Kiss him. Hold him. Kiss him again. Fuck him. Hold him some more. Baylen.

Is this love? The desire to have him touching me at all times?

I don't really mind it then.

♠ ♠ ♠

Sequel is up! Bouquet.

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