In truth this thing beating in my chest is a simple pump. An organ of specialized muscle to push fluid through my arteries; a construction
“Make it hurt.” She went still, eyes jerking to mine, the blood-red heat of our arousal evident in the rasp of our breath. “Please,” my
She undid my composure by the light of the setting sun, an explosion of colors her backdrop, the rhythm of the ocean her music. By
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I watch you sleep, still, just like I used to. I can’t help it. I know you hate that, hated that. I reckon you don’t
The light outside is strange, dim; yet the trees glow with an ethereal light. Thunder rumbles in the distance; threat and promise. Lightning flashes. Count