When Sex comes to Sex

“Want to have a drink or, go up stairs or what?” “Um a drink then stairs.” “Ok” pours him a glass of wine and pours me some too, “well we can take the drinks upstairs” “Your eager” he laughed, with the softest and kindness laugh I’ve ever heard come from him.

Dream 2

This time the dream comes slowly, seeping and oozing into my mind. My eyes closing, weights pushing against the lids. My energy is slowly being washed away into the blackness. Little clawed fingers painfully caress my brain, lulling it into submission and as I give in my last touch of feeling is a throbbing, reminder… Continue reading Dream 2