I go to school in Albany and reside on Long Island and visit Florida on occasion as well.


I could feel your breath running down my neck. Warm. Weed and beer drifted off of your tongue. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back on your chest, I looked at you and started biting my bottom lip. You moved your hand around the front of my neck and ran your finger tips down over my shirt. All I could think about was feeling you inside me while you pushed me up against the door, my forehead on wood. I was wearing a black skirt and thigh highs. I felt the warmth of your body move away. Your finger tips at my ankles.