Lust. Sex. Lust. Sex. Lust. Sex. Lust. Sex.
He needs sex.
He can't live with out Sex.
He must have sex.
He would die without sex.
Sex is his god.
It's the only time when he feels safe..
Only time….
That's the only thing that's ever on his mind now and days. The night is all his to claim and he can do what he wants. He needs the night like it needs him. Its his Domain.
Age 19, trying to get by each day, supporting his on self to stay in college. He is the top of his class. Always has been. Since the incident where both his parents were killed in a fire. Harry was never the same. He still went to school and all…but as far as emotional he wasn't. He grew anti-social from other students and would not talk to him, even though he still made it to the top of his class. He got picked on, but still raised to the top. No matter what.
Don't let anything kick you down, Harry
He remembered those words from his father and will always. Because of not having his parents around, he has to resort to one of the oldest professions…….Stripping. If that is what puts clothes and food in the house he will do it. Harry Potter started this last year when he found it he had made it to Hogwarts University. He was so thrilled when he got the news that he was accepted and his first ear would be paid for him. So those 3 other years he had to pay 3,000 dollars a year. Being a stripper wasn't hard. Because he got the money he needed.
Being a stripper was the perfect Job for Harry's Features.
He has a small female like waist, yet he is still tall.
He was a very angelic like face.
He wears Glasses and his thighs are like a women's.
He got what he wanted…
All they ever asked for was
Sex.
He grimaced at them.
Something that wasn't impossible for him.