Theyāve always told me Iām what they desire in their lives. The air they need to breathe, their rain in the desert, their everything. How do you they all got to this conclusion, I ask? Is it pleasure, need, love or maybe justā¦ my body? I heard so many statements, I gave into them until they started to haunt me. Someone called me a piece of art at some point. The way my body is built, the way my curves are so slick, my boobs so big and so perfect, my long, dark hair, my hazel eyes and finally, my luscious red lips. He loved my lipsā¦ especia… Read more