Hot Like You Are Burning In Hell
G R E E C E
Hot.
Absolutely hot.
Scorging, like a popsicle on a hot summer day melting within five minutes of being under the sun. No, maybe like when you are in a desert and you ran out of water, kind of hot. Or worse, it was hot like my body was literally burning in hell and I am paying for all my souls that Satan was making my body crisp and charred, that kind of hot.
The moment was so intense that in the back of my head, I wanted it to stop because this might lead into something which is evidently us having s*x, and at the same time I did not want it to stop. But the thought of s*x frightens me.
I want him.
I adore him.
I care for him.
I love him.
I do want to have s*x with him.
But I am not ready.
I honestly do not know if I am ready be
