He was trying to pin her eyes with his, but she wouldn’t let him. She didn’t want him to see her cry, so she got up off the cheap, wooden chair in front of the bed and went into her bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Her upper thighs were still slick and her body…
You think I do not know you have entered the room. Telltale sounds roused your curiosity. My eyes are closed and my wetness is filled with two thrusting fingers. A thumb caresses my swollen bud. I am drowning in the sweet depths of total delight. I hear your ragged breath and know that you have…
A river is between us– too deep and dark and swift to swim and not be swept away. We do not know the river’s source, but there it is– sometimes calm, sometimes raging from a storm. We see each other on our shores, busy in our lives. We wave and smile but cannot hear across…
Alone, empty. Apart, void. Separately, fragmented. Individually, nothing. Not thinking, not feeling, not caring, just…existing. Existing, yes, but in the basest sense — not truly being. Together, we are no longer empty, void, fragmented. We are replete. We are meaningful. We are whole. Together, we are everything. Together, we are. Via: https://www.lushstories.com/stories/love-poems/fragmented-too
This has to stop I can’t do this anymore I’ve neglected my life For too long The guilt is too much Please be happy for me I’ll always think of you I’m deleting this account I’ve closed my facebook I’ve changed my number I’m moving house You won’t see me You won’t hear from me…
FROM: Becky — FOR: Matt — With Loveby Rumple Foreskin DEDICATION: To those who serve, and those who love them. I was halfway between Macy’s and totally broke, sitting in the mall’s tacky excuse for a food court, and trying to gag down a tasteless salad with low-cal dressing. Piped-in Christmas carols competed with the…
There I was, standing in a crowded airport waiting for that familiar face. The nerves I felt too strong for my body to contain as I began to shiver. ‘Flight 102 has come into land’ bellowed the speaker as my heart skipped a beat. He was coming home… Now for some background detail on the…
A Very ‘Special’ Friendship A new beginning. Jena woke to find the sun streaming through the curtains and she found herself almost singing because she felt so good. Yesterday she met up with Ben after many years separation. They had only been in touch by phone for so long with an occasional visit every few…