I want to know you … And not in the Biblical sense.
A silent scream erupts as a roar from my mouth
A flogger’s sting not so gently caresses you skin
Looking into his dark brown sleepy eyes time sped up, slowed down, and reversed all at the same time.
She had a sweet tooth, but that wasn’t anything new.
The hair on her arm stood up from the electric charge the cool breeze created. She rubbed the area softly, as he would, caressing it, massaging it beneath his rough hands.
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