3am. Memories when I least want them. Memories that hurt sweetly. Her sweat. Pearls of salt and rose on my lips. When she called my name instead of God’s as she came. Two heathens taking the holy sacrament. Wanting to die in the moment. The smell of her perfume and hot sand. Nipples for my lips, my tongue, my teeth. Her mouth swollen and wet and absolutely fucking perfect. My cum slipping down her hot throat.  Grey angel...

My nose pressed against leather.  A mix of rain, wet cotton and the smell of his skin filled me. I shivered in his arms as the elevator climbed to his apartment. Years of acting like the scream in my stomach every time I saw him did not exist were finally over. All the lies. The times I looked at a stranger in the mirror because I saw him instead of my husband when he made love to me.  It all pooled at my feet with the wa...

Breathless. Suffocating under shame. Fingertips burning. Wants morphing into needs. Ignored phone calls drowning in the vacuum of lust. Love? We are in too far to give it a name. Against sanity, against reason, we are here. We always end up in some version of it, no matter how hard we try. It's the most addictive pain I have ever known. You push me up against the wall of someone else’s office with my thighs spread wide, t...