T. Ashleigh

He touched me and I melted, yielded like I was putty and his hands were God, molding me into whatever he wanted.

He’s like an addiction, a drug of the worst kind that’s consuming me, and all I want is my next hit. I’m like an alcoholic dying for a sip, telling myself it’ll be the last one, but always wanting more.
Silas Richards is my favorite vice.

I have to hand it to him, he either has balls the size of Texas or he’s a good liar. I’m going with the latter, considering I’ve seen his balls in real life and they’re average-sized.