Day Dreaming
Fiction with a base in truth Day Dreaming I lean against the wall, ankles crossed and hands shoved deep in my jeans pockets. My short cropped auburn hair shines softly in the light as I take one hand and run it through the soft tresses. I’ve found of late that I need to fuck, but since I have no partner I often end up just pacing the room day dreaming of fucking. Just these thoughts draw my nipples tight under the cotton of my t-shirt and with a soft laugh I run a palm over first one and...