.13 shame

The candle flickers by the fireplace,

It's dark and cold. Goosebumps all over my naked body. 

It's stings as I pull back my foreskin, eyes glued to my screen. 

The fingers on one hand scrolling back and forth between pages 

As the other hand gently massages my hard cock. 

The light flashes illuminating my pink head as the image of shame develops onto my screen. 

Send. 

Massage. 

Send. 

Massage. 

Daddy is nearing the edge. 

I close my eyes and as a shudders runs through my body. 

The translucent liquid is warm as it erupts over my belly. 

Salty, like the tears I want to cry.