Feels like the days are all blending together. I work. I pay bills. I watch tv. I come home to a messy, empty house. I need to find something to look forward to every week. I’m numb. All these boys wating to be pegged. That’s fun and all. I just want to be with Wesley. Snuggled up tight. Or in passion. I’ve never seen him have that kind of passion before. Maybe he just doesnt. Maybe its bot possible. I wonder what he looks like I love.
This is the closest I’ve ever seen. When he is worried about me. When he seems happy to see me. That’s the closest I’ve seen. I wonder what hes like in love. I’ll probably never see it. Certainly not aimed at me.