The Guilt

I was skeptic if his presence could still be bothering me as it had been before I went for a week's holidays back home. But unlike I planned, he, an asshole, would appear before me finding ways to blow me up. I know that this is a rare and heartening attitude, as it somehow indicates… Continue reading The Guilt


Lust for him

It was quite an uneasy view. The guy I had a deep crush on was there before me, sleeping. Over the summer holidays, he had perhaps joined some gym, for his body could tell that. He looked like a normal guy sleeping, except that he was special to me. I took a quick glance at… Continue reading Lust for him