Morning Bruises

She woke to the scent of fresh orange blossoms, ylang ylang, and memories of the evening before. Rolling over she felt the memories as well, her body sore and bruised. Some were red, beginning to turn purple. Others were still invisible but tender to the touch. She knew they’d be surfacing soon, changing colours as […]

His Hand

His hand on my breast. I love the way it makes me feel. Desired. Protected. Owned. I love the way it looks. The contrast of his strong dark hand against my soft and very pale breast. Sometimes there is no grabbing, just entwined comfort as we lounge on a Sunday morning. I will miss these days […]