His skin felt wet, like paint that could never dry.
I hated myself for how I felt about him. Yes, he was almost handsome, cocky but kind too...
but his odor was foul, even after he showered it remained on his body hair and seeped from his skin. Letting the phone ring was not the problem, getting his stink off of me was.I felt sick all week. I had sex with a monster.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
She knew in her heart that he was still asleep so she whispered, "I want to smother you" in his ear. He was large and often dreamt of the sun dancing on the maize in the valley. But this time the sun slept, and night spread onto him, deep into the skin, as his eyes rolled back into ecstasy.