In that moment he wanted me. He couldn't resist his desire for me. As he slithered his fingers around my neck and pulled at his will. Under his fingertips his nails bit into my skin and scraped his lines on me. His attention was a drug. He murmured his praises to the curve of me opening to meet his satisfaction. My hands felt anchored to the bed unable to move, boneless and utterly at mercy to his wants.
I couldn't deny him what he wanted.
Even if it meant mine were never met.
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Falling
RandomWe fall and fall, over again. Our wishfulness leaves us broken to the idea of finding what can be ours. And the faulty steps before makes us doubtful of the next steps that could be solid. Some randoms thoughts that consume me. The good, the bad and...
