You can’t remember, can you? Yes, you staring into the cold glass screen, probably in in private or incognito mode. Yeah, you can’t remember, which is quite a pity. She remembers, and she’s waiting for you, but you don’t remember her. Perhaps I should rem...
I didn't fall in love with you, I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we'd choose anyway. And I'd choose...
Those days you lived in a shoebox. You often thought about moving to a bigger, nicer apartment in a cleaner, quieter neighborhood, but you somehow never got around to it. Plus, you could walk to work – theoretically, at least. Also, your lack of funds and...
You lay on the bed, the sheets cool against your back and limbs. You pull slightly against ropes that tie you down leaving you open and exposed. Candles burn around the room but the soft black velvet of the blindfold casts your world into darkness. Someon...
She had spent all of her Sunday afternoon napping naked between fresh, new sheets while the wind blew cool summer air through the open windows in her bedroom. When she awoke, she stretched and squirmed on the mattress, enjoying the soft fabric and her smo...
He holds the door open for you like a gentleman, letting you and his girlfriend into their apartment. Soon, all pretenses are dropped as they are on either side of you, kissing you, running their hands over your body. His lips are thin, and his kisses agg...
