It’s been quite a week: libido in overdrive but creativity in major drought. In both senses I’ve felt a bit scrambled.
That one red pinky finger nail, like a cherry jellybean.
His phone vibrated on the desk beside his laptop and he touched the screen to open her text. She often messaged him in the afternoons, leaving his mornings to him to be productive without her distracting words and images. Those snippets of her fed the hunger in him, both a blessing and a curse, as…
Yeah, I’m not such a sweet thing I wanna do everything What a beautiful feeling