via Daily Prompt: Later Writing now about later seems wrong. Shouldn’t I enjoy now, and not care too much, or at least not worry about later for now? Now, will die soon enough becoming then, and thens will add up, and be the past… And later is so uncertain… Take yesterday. Yesterday, I believed later would be as…… Continue reading Later…
An almost anonymous hand on my thigh, my febrile heart beating in the hollowness of her palm. Words a little less than innocent, words… unsaid but not unthought. Two soft breaths almost joined, just not quite. The cruel possibility lingering in the air, silent promise of exquisite pleasure… But at what cost? Double thinking,…… Continue reading Nervous…
Cyranny's Cove 