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Watching
The cotton gusset of my panties is drenched from our texts and I’m twitchy and eager when you appear, slightly pixelated at first, then crystal clear, on my lap top screen. I hover…
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For Every Lock, a Key
At last, from across the ocean, my hands behold this tiny symbol, this bit of steel, this piece of him.
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Bruises
She’s laying with her head on my chest, cheek turned against my sternum, fingertips dragging slowly up and down my ribs, over and over. It’s nearly 3am and we’ve been going at it…