Favorite man Stories

The sadness is starting to set in. There will be no more tingles on my skin. I wanted him more than I could say. But all he wanted to do was play. I really do understand. And just wanted to hold his hand. Be his very special friend. Take care of him until the end. My passion is so very strong. A compulsion grew before very long. I wanted him so much every day. But I fucked it up and pushed him away. The sadness is filling...