At night I reach over to your side of the bed – that cold spot with its frozen memories. The warmth of my hand brings them out of their icy suspension. I can almost feel your nipple growing hard… more →
qarrtsiluniqarrtsiluni wrote 2 years ago: At night I reach over to your side of the bed – that cold spot with its frozen memories. The w … more →
qarrtsiluni wrote 3 years ago: When you live in a place long enough you learn the smells. The smoke from its factories. The ammonia … more →