She craves his touch like a whore wants her next fix: long, strong, and really expensive. She wants to destroy her whole life, watch it go up in flames like hiroshima. She wants to set herself on fire because she would be flirting with the best adultress ever: death. She wants the adrenaline rush of danger and the sedatory fix of lying to your ( Read more... )

Every night that I saw you, the moon was out. My movements were slow and by the time I reached you it was just the mist that was tickling my back and the palms of my hands. I still pretended that you were the mist soothing my sweaty body on those green mornings. I don't know what you'll say to that ( Read more... )

Your arms lay around my body, confirming their presence by the warmth eminating from them and soaking into my skin causing me to writhe closer into your embrace. The simple touch of your arm conforming to the curve of my waist was enough to set my senses alight with flame and my face glow with the pleasure of the company I had recieved. It took so ( Read more... )

you heard me.

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