Myra Wards
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“My hands trace her curves. If she wasn’t hurt, I would grab on, right above her hips, and thrust into her. Instead, I continue exploring her, worshiping her. Whenever I see a mark or bruise, I leave a light kiss next to it. The only marks that should ever mar her body are the ones I put there in the throes of passion.
Her moans grow louder as I get closer to her shorts. Below her navel, I kiss her skin and blow across it, making her shiver. I reach for the waistband of her shorts ready to remove them and keep the promise I made to myself of making her scream.
However, my promise is broken when a metaphorical ice bucket is dumped over my head with three little words from a confused male voice.
“What the fu--?”
― Sing for Me
Her moans grow louder as I get closer to her shorts. Below her navel, I kiss her skin and blow across it, making her shiver. I reach for the waistband of her shorts ready to remove them and keep the promise I made to myself of making her scream.
However, my promise is broken when a metaphorical ice bucket is dumped over my head with three little words from a confused male voice.
“What the fu--?”
― Sing for Me
“As long as he looked at me with that soft, sweet look offering me his hand, I would follow him anywhere.”
― Maybe Never
― Maybe Never
“Our small town was like a vortex that suspended time. If you didn’t leave, it would suck you in, and before you knew it, twenty years had passed and you were still there, working the same job you had since you graduated high school. Just add procreation, a trailer, and a drinking problem, and you would be just like the majority of my neighbors.”
― Maybe Never
― Maybe Never
“My hands trace her curves. If she wasn’t hurt, I would grab on, right above her hips, and thrust into her. Instead, I continue exploring her, worshiping her. Whenever I see a mark or bruise, I leave a light kiss next to it. The only marks that should ever mar her body are the ones I put there in the throes of passion.
Her moans grow louder as I get closer to her shorts. Below her navel, I kiss her skin and blow across it, making her shiver. I reach for the waistband of her shorts ready to remove them and keep the promise I made to myself of making her scream.
However, my promise is broken when a metaphorical ice bucket is dumped over my head with three little words from a confused male voice.
“What the fu--?”
― Sing for Me
Her moans grow louder as I get closer to her shorts. Below her navel, I kiss her skin and blow across it, making her shiver. I reach for the waistband of her shorts ready to remove them and keep the promise I made to myself of making her scream.
However, my promise is broken when a metaphorical ice bucket is dumped over my head with three little words from a confused male voice.
“What the fu--?”
― Sing for Me
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