I stand in front of my mirror, naked and twisting and turning, and admiring how she still fits. I imagine I can see the old cuts; the old scars when t...ey were fresh and new. The soft scabs that washed away in the bathtub, leaving soft pink and white baby flesh beneath. I miss that. I haven't cut myself in six months. The last time was November twelfth. It was the last time I made love to myself.Riding the bus, always the bus. Riding with old people and punks, and ordinary people moving through. We were wet and it was so hotKiss that from inside also I became wet, I removed my top to rub towel on my body and I was in bra and panty, I was feeling so hot as so many guys were looking at me, my hips shape was quite visible from my panty.Somehow I was enjoying being in 2 piece. I decided to go back to pool again in bikini so other guys can see me more, and he also came, we had so many kisses and hugs without thinking what other will think. After that we went to my room, I closed the door. Should I try it? Here? I already was late for class, and honestly I couldn’t care less about getting another yellow card. My pencil case was filled with them and I signed them myself during class. My mom never even got to know if I was late or absent.I took the golden marbles out of the box and bent over where after I cautiously began pushing the first one in. Which had seemed easier than it actually was. But I was so horny and wet from the desire to feel a dick that I was determent to get this. He was painfully aware of the stereotype about fashion photographers and models. And yes, he did have some nice time with those girls, but the reality was a bit different. Those keen photographer’s eyes were seeing her in picture frames: her in the satin sheets, her against the wall, her... Man I'd like to make some photos of her. She noticed that I was starring. Of course she did, you twat . They always do. At some point he saw her face transforming and he could see the content.