She was exquisite. She tasted, smelled, and felt right in every way to him, but as they collapsed into bed, sated and finally ready to sleep, it was the shy girl who had entered his arms. It was she w...
She had never been so affected by the idea of intimacy, but there was something about his eyes; something warm, and gentle even though she felt transparent every time he turned his attention on her; l...
My names were hand-me-downs too: girl, the creature, or, most often, you there.
Under the thousand crystal candelabras I danced with ten elderly gentlemen who had nothing to say but did not let that stop them. I answered only, Indeed and Oh yes and Do you think so?
Daughter, he said in a voice like old wood breaking, can you ever forgive me?I could only answer his question with one of my own. Putting my hand over his mouth, I whispered, Which of us would not sel...