She had her head leaned against the wainscoting, the bathwater was only lukewarm, and she was crying. Her body was submerged in her claw-foot tub from the breasts down and the soap had left traces floating along the surface of the water, turning it milky. The world was so quiet, just a tiny drip from
His hands and feet were tied to the bed and she was floating above it. When he had met her at the bar earlier and she had taken him home, he had been thinking that it had all seemed a bit too easy. She laughed at everything he had said, bought him drinks and then
The engraved box, with two ornately carved leaves, looked curious in the hole she had found below the floorboards. Who had put the box there? She had accidentally found it while walking through the attic, her foot falling into the hole and splitting the rotted wood. Now she held the box in her hands. On
He doesn’t know that I’m watching the way his shirt sleeves cling desperately to his biceps or the way his dimples appear when he smiles. Every week it’s this way. I watch him as I sit here, waiting for my eldest daughter to get out of dance class, the room a loud cacophony of noises
You’re telling me to take you deeper but I’m having trouble concentrating. My heat is still tingling from his kisses, his tongue; where he lapped at me like a cat drinking milk. My thoughts are cliché but all I can focus on right now is my quivering pussy and the cock resting precariously in my
