It was another fantasy, and this particular one was a dime a dozen. Deep in the caverns of sleep, when the stench of rotting flesh and four sweaty men could bother him no longer, he would have this fantasy. He'd be lying down, shirtless, only his black trousers and shoes on and they poorly hid his (quite impressive) erection. Sadly he never experienced the dream in the first person, he was always watching this.
As always, the fantasy began with him lying down on a floor - specifically, the floor of his childhood home. Hardwood floors that were smoother than the smoothest stone, cold to the touch and pleasant to rub - or to grind against as t
i walked up to you, and looked you in the eyes, i gave you a smile, to hide my nervous blushing..
..you waited till i spoke, and finally i did...handing you my heart in my hands...it was soft and warm back then, full of love i had to give..and the life that you gave me while you looked at me...i handed it over...trusting you...believing you
but you dropped it...while yelling...you dropped it and it broke into pieces...it shattered on the floor...you yelled that you would never love me, and never loved me before..
you screamed that I was sick and twisted and then you ran away....leaving me with the broken pieces, in my hands I let them re