In the dark I taste the absence. Cold air trickles in the window tasting of winter’s fading kiss and Spring’s withheld touch, all damp dirt
Another #wankwednesday piece for Ruby Kiddell… ≡≡≡≡≡≡ ” Don’t. Do. That.” I looked at her, sun-licked skin, streaked hair wound up into a messy ponytail.
Well, another #WankWednesday has arrived, and with it came the inspiration for a story that feels to me will stretch far beyond this little bit
The following was written in answer to Ruby Kiddell‘s #WankWednesday challenge. Do drop by her place for more! I screamed. I shook. My body arched
In the dark of night it is easy to forget, to surrender to lust and want. Morning would erase the excesses of our desires even