I am restless at night. I feel it growing with desire. The shaft is ready. Shall I ever be happy? These hours alone wishing I had someone to touch me everywhere.
In these moments I feel of myself. I imagine touching someone else.
I try to sleep but all I can think of is touching myself. It’s hard to get to sleep when you’ve been alone for so many hours and nights.
Categories: writing
jasonwhitaker29171
Please consider the Following:
https://crowdrise.com/dashboard/fjasonwhitaker/videoproductionequipment
https://www.linkedin.com/in/jason-whitaker-6234b87
https://teespring.com/stores/f-jason-whitaker-photography
http://patreon.com/jason29171
Podcast: https://anchor.fm/f-jason-whitaker
https://www.fjasonphoto.com/
https://fjasonwhitakerwriter.com/