She accepted her fate. A lamb led to the slaughter. Sacrifice on the altar of his need. Open to the satisfaction brought with knowing he feasted on her desire like a newborn at the tit. It was a mutual destruction. A fire that would consume them. A perfect death. Sometimes I get silly and make …
Did I miss another day? I might have. The door closed on me again. It was wide open and happy and all sorts of amazing things came through for a while. I sat in front of the computer last night and couldn’t produce a thing. There’s no such thing as writer’s block. There is such …
He came up behind her while she stood at the stove, slipped his arms around her waist. He’d touched her before; a hand on her back as she entered a room or helping her from the car. This was different. He was claiming the space between them. She turned to face him and his arms …
A first kiss. Sunshine on fresh snow. Letters in the sand. The feel of grass between toes. Standing chest to chest. Cheek to cheek. Pressing lips on lips and inhaling each other. Perfect skipping stones. A gentle breeze. Autumn leaves crunching beneath feet. The touch of a hand. The feel of skin on skin. A …
I’m an extrovert. A socially anxious, obsessive compulsive, slightly neurotic, extrovert. I know being introverted is all the rage these days. But I’m doomed to be, as usual, on the wrong side. I love people and can be around them all day if they’d let me. I’m aware that at least three-quarters of my friends …
or whatever. I’ve decided anxiety is like living with a bear. Sometimes the bear sleeps. Sometimes something pokes the beast and it wakes up and sits on your chest because it can. You can feed it. But it’ll still be hungry again in an hour. It might hibernate, but it’s gonna come out of that …
Maybe the door had always been open and he just hasn’t been paying attention. She’d offered to make breakfast, so she’d probably comeBrown earlier and gotten started and then realized they were out of something snd had gone out to get it. He shot her a text and let her know to grab orange juice …
Do you ever have those moments in your life (of course you do, we all do, duh) when a thing that is so unexpected clicks and you know that it’s happening, but it’s happening in such a rapid way that it sort of feels like you might careen out of control straight into a wall …
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