Reflections

Part 6: Reflections

‘I remember how the lights flickered, then came on, as the train entered the tunnel. I was struggling to keep my eyes open. I felt totally shagged if I’m honest. That night, I admit, I’d enjoyed myself pleasuring him. His lack of maturity only made me want him more. He intrigued me, gave me the impression he was lonely, struggling to cope with life. In need of love. Like me. I felt sorry for him, cared about him, missed him already, couldn’t wait for nightfall.’

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