It was a twisted game to play.

There’s a lot of pretty girls but somehow or another I have avoided the bed… yet with just one bite and there is an itch begging to be scratched. Love Bug… I want a girl that wants all of me not just a taste but how long can I go without scratching?

This is a story I’m just starting, I’m planning to make a manga version of it and once that goes up I’ll put the links up with each chapter. Thank you!

Sometimes reality can be a living hell.

I admire your determination and strength.

Think of the homeless.

Something that just drives me batty.

The time that we were separated did us the world of good.

A poem about teenagers…

About my scratch.