Baby, the Stars Shine Brite
The secret life of a girl.the strange confessions and dirty little secrets of a girl.
22.11.04
I think I'm drunk enough to drive you home now...
I hate being alone these days. The thoughts bombard me left and right hitting my heart, my mind, crippling my libido. I feel as if I'm trapped in my own private hell and unable to get out - or pull anyone in. I miss Melissa and her knowing glace - and that goregous black hair, shapely ass and tits divine. I want her arms around me, her lips against mine and tounge in my mouth. I'd like her kissing my thighs.
I need Dave to hold me and stroke my breasts. I need him to make feel my body - and lord knows he does it best. I need him to make me feel alive and divine.
I need a phone call, an e-mail, a comment, a reply... I need a hug, a kiss, a lay, a word, a thought, a line.
I need a razor and some bandaids or some pills ... so much more than everything...
I hate being alone these days. The thoughts bombard me left and right hitting my heart, my mind, crippling my libido. I feel as if I'm trapped in my own private hell and unable to get out - or pull anyone in. I miss Melissa and her knowing glace - and that goregous black hair, shapely ass and tits divine. I want her arms around me, her lips against mine and tounge in my mouth. I'd like her kissing my thighs.
I need Dave to hold me and stroke my breasts. I need him to make feel my body - and lord knows he does it best. I need him to make me feel alive and divine.
I need a phone call, an e-mail, a comment, a reply... I need a hug, a kiss, a lay, a word, a thought, a line.
I need a razor and some bandaids or some pills ... so much more than everything...
