Maybe its because I’ve been alone most of my life.
I was the only one looking out for me, but I guess that’s what happens when you get shipped around different foster homes.
I want more out of my life.
Two has always been my favourite number.
Two men all for me.
Two different hands to touch, tease and caress me.
Two different lips to kiss me.
One has never been enough. Two would satisfy my appetite. It could all just be the wishful thinking, desires of a stupid young woman but then I met someone who holds the key to my every fantasy…