Merry Christmas

You wanted to be my friend.I think we both know you wanted to have your carnal way with me too, but I know you'll never admit that.Friendship is such a foreign thing to someone who generally "distrusts everything that breathes."But you... dammit.I've been writing as long as I remember. (Remember why?) And yet, I can't … Continue reading Merry Christmas

Perfect

I am completely lost in the hands in my hair. Enamoured with their every twist and tug, each strand sliding through outstretched fingers like water. Fingertips gently massage my scalp, pull my hair back to send kisses to the nerves in my neck, then return to their gentle kneading. My own hands feel so empty, … Continue reading Perfect

Torture.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't distracted.I mean, I'm doing work, sure, but only in the interim between the silent chimes of my phone. As I'm typing at my computer, I'm accutely aware of its prescence at the corner of my desk. After a moment, I see the colored ball dance a rainbow … Continue reading Torture.