Mar. 30th, 2006

horseboykarl: (closed eyes smile)
It’s after midnight and I rake my hands through my hair in frustration. I’m on my own for once, due to Sean and I having appointments in different directions this afternoon. I miss him, my body squirming, aching for his touch, but that’s not the bloody reason for my frustration.

I’m sprawled out on my bed with my laptop, madly hunting around the Net. He’s got a birthday coming up and I don’t have a fucking clue what to get him. I don’t know shit about footie, just enough to follow a game, but just barely. His beloved Blades are on the other side of the world . . . that thought distracts me with a vivid sense-memory of tasting his tattoo, carefully licking the skin to see if it tastes different from the rest of him.

I'm easily distracted . . .  )
R

Profile

horseboykarl: (Default)
horseboykarl

February 2011

S M T W T F S
  12345
67891011 12
13141516171819
20212223242526
2728     

Most Popular Tags

Page Summary

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jul. 25th, 2017 06:37 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios