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Time and Place
My dear one,
If you asked me how I am, now, what I am up to, I would have so much to tell you. It has been a dry summer so far, and the sun's arc across the sky is a lazy, lolling one most days. Even the water from the well is not as cold as it should be. Our cats stretch their lengths on warm limestone showing in bare spots in the yard and they sleep for hours. Otherwise, you'd think this place was without life at all, for every other barnyard creature hides from merciless heat. The garden is not doing so well; we bring water for its nourishment, but it was a late year for planting. The celery is small and withered yellow. The tomatoes are tiny, too---hard, still green. Our melons have died. All the flowers hang their pretty petals. But I drift across the grass when I go and unfurl my body in the shade-trees' cover. I do not write or draw. That urge in me is waiting like birds not yet stirring at dawn. There are whispers, though---promises.
Thus I am not without hope. My dr
FFM6 - Two for One
"I'll tell you what; have a bite and see if you like it first. There's no harm in that, is there? You want to try a hobby out before you go to the trouble of getting all the materials for it, don't you?" He searched her eyes in earnest.
They stared back, empty.
"All right, bad example. But trust me on this, yeah? By the way, did anyone ever tell you, you have the most beautiful eyes? What is beauty! You can't judge a book by it's cover, am I right? Well, sure, bad example. But I'm certain that what's behind those eyes is even more alluring. You're a fine lady, a lady of depth and decision. So, how's about it?"
She stared, but her hand crept out ever so slightly. There seemed to be an uncertainty in the way she swayed on her little white feet.
This encouraged him. "That's right, love. That's right. Work with me Oh, the delights you'll experience! You can't even begin to imagine! I know, I know. Life can be so dull. But when you try new things, when you put yourself out on a
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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