Dec
24
2011

“Do you feel like Christmas, Bo?” He grinned at me as I felt his hand go warmer and I just felt colder despite the fact that the wind was long gone. The lights seemed to lack the feeling of easiness they held and how they lured me and a distant sharp trace now held in Mason’s eyes. I hardened the grip on the red head’s fingers as my other arm hugged my body in a failing attempt to warm myself.I didn’t feel like Christmas at all.He went through the exit door with me, his fingers warming, the snow raising and failing with his mood changes. His fingers trailed circles onto my palm leaving a circulating print that iced my blood as if he was a walking icicle when he wasn’t.“You s-said-“The words were stuck on my throat as well as the snowflakes which never melted forming a snowman out of me, unlike Mason who was barely covered. He shook off the snowflakes off my hair, watching me closely. He raised his fingers and I felt a stone up in my throat. His teal eyes focused on the nude pink steak in my hair. He twirled it for a while, pulling my hat further onto my head, covering the stripe from his view. I couldn’t decide if he was embarrassed or proud that he caught a glimpse of a secret I held.
Exit. read more. graspTHEsanity.

“Do you feel like Christmas, Bo?” He grinned at me as I felt his hand go warmer and I just felt colder despite the fact that the wind was long gone. The lights seemed to lack the feeling of easiness they held and how they lured me and a distant sharp trace now held in Mason’s eyes. I hardened the grip on the red head’s fingers as my other arm hugged my body in a failing attempt to warm myself.

I didn’t feel like Christmas at all.

He went through the exit door with me, his fingers warming, the snow raising and failing with his mood changes. His fingers trailed circles onto my palm leaving a circulating print that iced my blood as if he was a walking icicle when he wasn’t.

“You s-said-“

The words were stuck on my throat as well as the snowflakes which never melted forming a snowman out of me, unlike Mason who was barely covered. He shook off the snowflakes off my hair, watching me closely. He raised his fingers and I felt a stone up in my throat. His teal eyes focused on the nude pink steak in my hair. He twirled it for a while, pulling my hat further onto my head, covering the stripe from his view. I couldn’t decide if he was embarrassed or proud that he caught a glimpse of a secret I held.

Exit. read more. graspTHEsanity.

Nov
12
2011

I meet him again tomorrow, it’s not some retarded firework explosion  which people describe and the butterflies are long eaten, I just stare  and that is be the feeling, with bigger expectations and my cheeks hint  that. He pretends to look away and I hope that my senses are telling me  the truth. That it is some mutual shyness with blabbering buttons in the  middle. I try to force out a smile, knowing that I had no intentions to  make this platonic feeling into something else. It’s just mutual  staring that would result in orgasm, maybe. I wouldn’t wake, I’d fall.

C:\Read-more\graspthesanity\exit\chapter-1

I meet him again tomorrow, it’s not some retarded firework explosion which people describe and the butterflies are long eaten, I just stare and that is be the feeling, with bigger expectations and my cheeks hint that. He pretends to look away and I hope that my senses are telling me the truth. That it is some mutual shyness with blabbering buttons in the middle. I try to force out a smile, knowing that I had no intentions to make this platonic feeling into something else. It’s just mutual staring that would result in orgasm, maybe. I wouldn’t wake, I’d fall.

C:\Read-more\graspthesanity\exit\chapter-1

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