This is almost a true story… Did she actually just say something about me loving my hand more than her? “Oh come on…is this why you’re acting so weird? You’re afraid I don’t love you?” “I didn’t say that.” “You sure as hell implied it. But seriously – is that what you’re worried about? That… Continue reading Competition
Author: Naevia
As the whole becomes stronger, the individual becomes weaker. Power is taken, to the point where the individual must be part of the whole, or dwindle away into nothingness, not even able to keep itself alive. This is an unwritten law of survival; an unwritten law of civilized society and government. Or so America seems to think.
The One I Love
A couple months back, my boyfriend showed me something on his arm. He’d carved “BLEED” into his arm. He’d told me before – and has told me since – that he cuts from time to time. I’ve always imagined he’d somehow let it get out of hand, and how I’d react to that.
Just the Beginning
The two haven’t touched lips in years. The tension between them is building. Their hands are caressing one another – hers on his leg, inner thigh, crotch; his on her back, stomach, boob. Slowly she leans closer to him. If he has a girlfriend, she wants him to have all the necessary warning of her… Continue reading Just the Beginning
…and this is my world.
‘Playing with my hand. Doing it again. This shouldn’t be. Stop it. Stop it, stop it, stop it. Evan evan evan evan. This should be Evan. Not Alec. No, no, no.’