Inside Me
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Why is it that in all the good stories, the guys are the protagonists? Porn sex A false hope I knew could never be true in a dream. But “I love you.” I knew I should have tried to stop them when they first started happening. Him. Seven o’clock; that was the time my alarm clock would go off in the morning. e.l. My right hand was between my legs. He was seventeen when he left. Not a very good present, but it wasn’t the only thing he gave me so it was alright. Reaching behind me, I felt around for my hairbrush. Hold me. My arms were pulled up to my chest. My knees drew back together on the bed as I straightened my legs. Mom returned the capsule to its tube, closed the door, and pulled out. I want people to feel for me. I was so full. Mom opened the small door and retrieved it. My brother, actually, he was my half brother but I would never consider him anything less than a full one, even if his biological mom wasn’t the same as mine. I would have blushed but nothing was real. They’re the ones with the emotions. Always be there. My heal bucked against the hairbrush then lying free on my bed.
