When the wolf started howling, I knew I was in trouble. You had been standing there for a while, wrapped in an uneasy cloak of silence. Still, not smiling nor frowning. It wasn’t the animal’s wails that worried me, but the darkness of your gaze. Your eyes, pitch black, making it impossible to discern…… Continue reading Your loss…
Nisse er du allerede der? Det er ikke Jul endnu … Der er kun en ting, jeg vil have og du kan ikke give det til mig. Vær venlig at give det til mig alligevel … Venligst giv det til mig.
Previously posted May 27th 2016. You were standing in the living room. -You are not coming. You stayed still. No twitch, no pouting, not even the beginning of a question as to why I didn’t want you to tag along. To say the truth, I probably would have been disapointed in your lack of…… Continue reading Mountain man… (Part two)
I stretch a little, and lay back on the bed. I know it right away when sleep isn’t on its way… My body is exhausted, but I know I won’t get off easily. Not for a while, that’s for sure. So I think about my day, and review the chores and shopping I have…… Continue reading M – Part Fourteen
Would you, my dear? Greet me with the experienced grip of your eager fingers on my ingenue hips? But nothing forbids me from imagining the sweet sound of your moaning… Because my lips, just so you know this never run out of inspiration, when traveling on trembling skin. And I’d know no rest until……… Continue reading You wouldn’t…
I’d punch a kiss straight on your lips my raging desire around your neck, tight, a stroke almost gentle, running my sharpened nails on their scarred names in your flesh… Soul thirsty, would you care to pour me a shot?
Don’t mind me, I’m just here to flirt with your sexy words. Hoping they’ll agree to follow me upstairs for a night of sweet delights. I won’t let them rest until they are speachless and I, out of breath… Don’t worry, I’ll send them back, joyous and fully satisfied, when dawn…… Continue reading Don’t mind me…
(originally posted April 26th, 2016. Note that, although I was tempted to, I didn’t re-write parts of the story. I have gotten more comfortable writing in English since last year, but I thought I’d re-publish it as it was back then… ) * * * * This story, I dedicate to Rowena, who was my…… Continue reading Hénétriac… (Part 1)
Walking in the middle of the familiar supermarket crowd, just like any other Thursday night. But he had gotten an unusual feeling the moment he had set foot in the store… Everything was the same, yet, everything seemed slightly different. And he couldn’t put his finger on what made him urge to be on…… Continue reading Thrice…
Back on her rock, from the distance, she could barely distinguish his silhouette. She couldn’t tell if he was tall or not, not having other men to compare him to. Michael… She had a shiver, thinking how she would have loved telling her mother about her unexpected encounter. But given the circumstances, there would…… Continue reading Hénétriac… (Part 2)
Cyranny's Cove 