Your lips against mine send my senses to blaze. My body fills with warmth and the delicate touch of your painted fingertips on my neck send my heart reeling. You pull me closer into an embrace and free my hair of its elastic prison. Our eyes find each other’s again before our lips touch, sending … Continue reading Electric Touch
Dull that pain, through any means, the Thinker says. The Witch watches on as he gathers herbs, salves, potions. A fading song in the air dances around and his ears twitch. Over time, the Witch knows the painkillers are there for the Thinkers benefit, attempting to provide any opportunity to acquire more. But the Thinker … Continue reading Painkiller
Maybe it was the way she looked at me. Beautiful caramel and bright smile. Teacup in her hands and a wealth of knowledge behind her glasses.