The words that comes out of people’s mouths and their actions after they speak those words will tell everything you need to know. Please believe me....Needless to say, our date was good, but I figured out a lot of shit about her. I knew that she wouldn’t be able to give me what I wanted at that time, which was simply a ‘serious’ relationship. So, eventually I let go of her and decided to not date or ‘hang out’ with her anymore because I knew my love for her wouldn’t die. It would only continue to. I didn't want to cry. Men don't cry."Don't cry God dammit!" I said to myself. I put myself in these shoes,physically and mentally. The boy in me was angry and pissed off. Notonly can I so easily pass as a girl, but I just kissed an guy... AGAIN!So far all the kisses I ever had in my life have been from men. That isnot something I ever thought would be a true statement in my life.But there was this girl side that was creeping in at the moment. I meanhow can I not have some of those feelings too?. My shoes clicked each time a stepped a foot closer to him. My hair (as dark as the night sky) was loosely wrapped around my head, and strands of it fell to my shoulders. Little pink and blue flowers were delicately placed in my locks. But my dress was nothing to be compared with my mask. From the moment I had read, and understood the invitation I set to work designing it. Emeralds and rubies were placed around the border of it. Feathers, as soft as cotton were arranged neatly around it. Gold. I finish quietly, then push her away.I remove the restraints and rub the red marks left on her wrists then kiss them tenderly. I enjoyed having her as a plaything.Lifting her, I daringly carry her to the bathroom naked to shower together knowing my brother could possibly see us. I kiss her as I switch on the water.I lather up her hair with shampoo and massage her scalp. She sighs at the attention I'm giving her."What is your fantasy?" I whisper in her ear."I can't tell you..." she replies."I.