I’ve been working on this post for hours and I’ve written and deleted more times than I can count. I’m distracted and frustrated because the words won’t come tonight. But I will.

I will come softly in the half dark, just a gasp and a hushed whisper. I will come, begging for release, and profusely thanking Him aloud. I will catch my breath and smell my cunt on my hands, sucking my fingers into my mouth, sucking them idly, but intently, as I dream of bruises blooming on my wrists and hips, and His hand running through my hair over and over. I will lay there, with sticky thighs, imagining that they are His fingers against my tongue. All of this because the words won’t come tonight.

Every Damn Day In June

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