wxhluyp:Bittersweet memories of ballet school. Everyday we boys would stare out the window, gasping
Bittersweet memories of ballet school. Everyday we boys would stare out the window, gasping at the sight of the muscular male, sunbathing next door. And every night, dreams of him would bring us such achingly divine pleasure.
Sat, 09 Mar 2019 04:15:29