I am tired of being abused….tonight is the night. I am going to be free. I am looking at the bruises on my arms and legs. I will no longer be his slave, he will see what it’s like. I am going to show him……..here he comes.
Tag: blankets
Dreams?
This is something I wrote many, many years ago for an English class. –mourning
A Girls First
They layed down. Second time this night. The blankets were cold and tired and fell of the bed with ease.
Kiss the forbidden
She stood naked in the blackness of the bedroom, she saw nothing but felt the presents all around her, then, the slim cold fingertips trailing down her spine, the touch made every cell in her body scream with arousal and she fell forward onto the bed,