When I taste salt I remember kissing your neck when you’d come home from the gym, pumped up, testosterone-fueled and wanting me, the tang of dried sweat on your skin, the beat of your heart drumming against my lips.
Ran across this while looking through some old files. It amused me. Hope it amuses you too. Autobiography Autobiographies are written by people who have lives that others want to read about. They are rock stars and movie icons or are the leads in some homemade drama. They are interesting. I am not interesting. I...
Ran across this while looking through some old files. It amused me. Hope it amuses you too. Autobiography Autobiographies are written by people who have lives that others want to read about. They are rock…Continue Reading…
Her love smells like lavender. It’s the fabric softener she adds to the washing machine when I forget, the scent of her skin when I bury my face between her neck and collarbone, the oil…Continue Reading…