I really need to stop making a habit out of this. One day Sherlock is going to hear me or, god forbid, Mrs. Hudson. Not that I think I'm loud enough that you'd hear it down on the ground floor. I do take care to be as quiet as possible. My poor pillow has suffered the fate of muffling my groans on more occasions than I'd like to admit to.
I had one hand holding onto my headboard as if that could actually ground me a little, just to make myself last so I could sort of suspend my fantasy in time. I know that sounds utterly ridiculous, but it makes sense in the middle of the act, besides no one was watching.
"Open your eyes John."
Christ my i
I really need to stop making a habit out of this. One day Sherlock is going to hear me or, god forbid, Mrs. Hudson. Not that I think I'm loud enough that you'd hear it down on the ground floor. I do take care to be as quiet as possible. My poor pillow has suffered the fate of muffling my groans on more occasions than I'd like to admit to.
I had one hand holding onto my headboard as if that could actually ground me a little, just to make myself last so I could sort of suspend my fantasy in time. I know that sounds utterly ridiculous, but it makes sense in the middle of the act, besides no one was watching.
"Open your eyes John."
Christ my i
I'm sick of hearing you cry and moan. You hound me for days on end about the dates for me to come up to New York. I give you my times it's not good enough and it's too short. Fuck you. Fuck you so hard with something sand-papery and sharp. That is when I want to come up. I'm not spending another whole break with you.
Crying doesn't work anymore. So what if you are alone for Christmas? it's a fucking day. Holidays have become nothing more than a duty for me to be in your presence. It isn't fun. I don't give a shit. Past few years I haven't even gotten anything.
Just fuck you.
I don't want to even see you. Plus you're complaining the money i