Emerging from the subway to the rainy street, she popped her umbrella open and proceeded across the street and down the block. The dull grey of the day made the warm amber glow of the coffee shop all the more inviting and seeing him sitting near the back on a worn velvet sofa, reading the newspaper, made her heart speed up in her chest. He was such a pretty fellow, so gracious and unassuming. Continue reading “Coffee, extra cream”
When he’s straddling my lap Continue reading “Lust is a run-on sentence”
She’s laying with her head on my chest, cheek turned against my sternum, fingertips dragging slowly up and down my ribs, over and over. It’s nearly 3am and we’ve been going at it since 11, Continue reading “Bruises”
Kissing and talking is how it always starts, isn’t it?
He starts undressing me and touching between my legs. I’m getting wet fast and with his left hand on the middle of my chest he kneels over me. Continue reading “How It Always Starts”