Mine

by Clio Evans

But I had a corruption kink. And this was where I felt most at home—turning a crowd of strangers into heathens and feeding off the energy like it was my lifeline.

She had that look about her, too. Like she was the boss, used to being the one in control. Except when she was between a wall and my body.

Darkness emanated from him in waves, but it was the kind of darkness I wanted to get lost in. The kind of darkness that held the same wonder of lying in a field and staring up at a starry sky. Like a pot of ink, waiting to be spun into words. It was the kind of darkness I couldn’t turn away from, because I had that darkness, too.

It infuriated me that she didn't see herself the way I did. She didn't see how beautiful she was. Clearly, her ex-husband had done a number on her. It only made me want to show her that this type of hunger—this type of carnal desperation—wasn't wrong. In fact, it was normal.

His presence suffocated me. It freed me.

am not judging you. I am worried about you. I am worried about you being fooled by another dumbass man.

The welcome mat had a rainbow and said homo sweet homo.