legofrans

  " Please stop."          " I can't take  it..."            " I'm going to..." "Dammit..." You mumbled to yourself. This was the eight wet dream of this month. And on top of that you kept ruining your good bed sheets. "Mom is gonna kill me." You thought to yourself. It felt weird getting out of your now soaked bed. It's starting to become a habit. It always happens when you see him. He just seems to be etched in you. You didn't know why. You two hated each other and the fact that you had those 'sweet' dreams about him disgusted you. You went into your bathroom and immediately showered. The least you could do was to get the substance off