With every kick in the water, her lips barely reached the surface… And her heart rushed as she sucked the slightest of breaths… Her hand reaching out in dispair aware of the imminent threat… The palm on her forehead pushing her in the depthts…
Il se nourrissait de ses langoureux soupirs, ne se fatigant jamais de ses implorations… “Encore, encore… ne t’arrêtes jamais…” soufflait-elle à son oreille, leurs deux corps fusionnant en une seule et unique silhouette dansant dans le noir. Ces nuits-là, le temps perdait sa propre trace, leurs peaux baignées de sueur ayant un goût d’éternité. Et il ne…… Continue reading Micro fantaisie du vendredi…
He was at the train station, with a bag holding just the necessary for a quick trip over, and the ticket in his hand. When his messages had gone unanswered, he had first thought about a misunderstanding of some sort… He had re-read all their latest conversations and exchanges, to spot what he could have…… Continue reading If you read this…
Look me in the eyes… She had longed to say those words for years… Not to him, but just in general. In movies, that simple sentence was the prelude for the most intimate and sincere confidences. As if eyes were a warrant of truth in its purest form. As if eyes told things as they…… Continue reading If eyes could lie…
I have a date in Kamloops… Not the romantic kind, at least not that I know of, but I am requested there all the same soon. I didn’t know exactly where Kamloops was… I knew it was far West, like the old movies, with caravans and gold diggers, but I had to Google it just…… Continue reading Montréal Kamloops…
Some people think joining lips is the most intimate way to share a moment of sheer one-on-oneness… But she begged to differ. How often do we kiss in our lives?… many. Too many times in some cases. How many times do we hold our loved ones by the hand?… For the simple pleasure of…… Continue reading Forget lips, think hands…
For a while now it’s been there. No matter the time, and no matter where. It is almost stuck to my soles, and everywhere it follows. Or so it seems… It is like a big brother always on the watch, like a sort of angel over my shoulder. Even if I am quick, even a…… Continue reading L’ombre…
Really tired, træt, you know? Très fatiguée… She layed on the bed, not even taking the time to slip under the covers. She turned her back to him, and curled her body in an almost fœtal position. She felt him standing by the bed in silence. He didn’t know what was going on in her…… Continue reading I am tired…
About you. Or maybe I shouldn’t have mentionned you at all. In either cases, I should have been more aware! It started with little innocent comments… Who’s that man who commented on your latest Facebook picture? And I told her it was one of my friends, one she hadn’t met. “Oh…” she replied, and that…… Continue reading I should have warned my mother…
Dear Mom and Dad, I woke up this morning in Albania. I was a bit confused at first, not quite sure if I was still dreaming, but it seems that I really am in Vlora. I just didn’t want you to worry while I find out what is going out here… I apparently live…… Continue reading Bons baisers d’Albanie…
