It is the flood of emotion that always makes me flee. The triggers are unpredictable but the reaction is not. It is like someone is
Days passed quickly for Legolas in Lothlorien. He awakened each morning in Storm’s arms and kissed her gently until she roused and returned his kisses.
Time became fluid for Storm as she stood in Legolas’ embrace, taking in the sweetness of his mouth. As their kisses became deeper, more insistent,
I wake in a nest of pillows and blankets that smell of fresh straw and heather, blood and sex. Way too much light is coming
The sheets with tiny pink rosebuds, incongruously innocent, are tangled beneath us. Your lips travel slowly down from my earlobe to my neck, marking your
I took my first Creative Writing class in Spring of 2017. One of our topics was concise expression. One fun in-class assignments was to rewrite a