my first love
he kissed the hickeys and the bruises and all the parts of me that only he had ever touched and said, this makes you mine.
my second love
he taught me you can still feel pleasure when your heart is broken. pleasure so intense, i still dream about his hands on me sometimes. he knew me no further than my body, but, oh god, he knew my body.
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 11:25 AM UTC
my first love
he kissed the hickeys and the bruises and all the parts of me that only he had ever touched and said, this makes you mine.
my second love
he taught me you can still feel pleasure when your heart is broken. pleasure so intense, i still dream about his hands on me sometimes. he knew me no further than my body, but, oh god, he knew my body.
fiction in vague prose form; might update and add to this, might not.
