Tin — K.S. Thomas

Men and I are done. Whatever entertaining notions I enjoy while screwing around with the random guys that cross my path, are exactly that. Entertaining. I don't want more. I'm not capable of more. More would mean feeling. Would entail wanting. Desiring. And a slew of other emotions I haven't experienced in over three years. And it's not due to any stupid naive intention of trying to keep my heart from breaking, nor is it as a result of having it broken by some poor slob who should have known better. I can't feel. I don't have a heart. Period. And it's going to take more than following some magic yellow brick road to get me a new one. Even if that road does lead straight to Riker The only soul on earth who's as close to being dead as I am... and brings me as close to being alive as I'll ever be. *****Warning - This story contains adult material and possible emotional triggers for readers with a history of abuse*****"