Friday, May 22, 2009
She knew exactly where he was. That murky place, that deep sea of blue, its tentacles creeping out and swirling with fresh ink, embracing him in an erotically tight grip. It was the place she used to call home, and like all old homes she still dreamt of it from time to time and would wake up breathing heavily until the guilty excitement left her body with each exhale.
Posted by Chrissy Johnson at 3:58 PM