Too Much

Posted on February 25, 2014 by infinitememoirs

Sometimes, I wonder if I want too much. I want to make you feel good. To hear those moans and sharpened breaths. To feel your body constricting underneath me as you dig your fingers into my hips. To throw my … Continue reading →

The Man with the Gold Grillz.

Posted on December 15, 2013 by infinitememoirs

I hate writing about things I’m unsure of. Rarely, I’m ever sure of anything. You see, I’m an indecisive person always caught up in the pessimistic side of a situation. I’m attempting at this whole positivity thing. Bear with me. … Continue reading →