Skinny Bitch by loyalsock
Tracy was my obsession, my love. She was all I thought about and all I wanted. She was my Muse, my Aphrodite; the Hera to my Zeus; the Delilah to my Samson. She was the fruit which I had been forbidden my entire life, and now, suddenly, I was glutted with it. I could have as much as I wanted and more, and more, and I was so happy that I felt like I was drowning.I was afraid that once Tracy moved in, the relationship might cool off, we'd get used to each other, things would go stale. Seeing each...