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.....guess....I would love to see what happens in the basement.![]()
.....guess....I would love to see what happens in the basement.![]()
The way you look at your wrists and ankles Im guessing its what i love doing too. I would love to see the places in your stories. They seem lovely. Xxx.....guess....
Sometimes Germany.The way you look at your wrists and ankles Im guessing its what i love doing too. I would love to see the places in your stories. They seem lovely. Xxx
Someone is coming... be ready... they may have a rope or a kiss or a breast to lie against. You don't know. They know. They will kiss you XXXXXPlease come upstairs. Both of you. My long dark hair lies on the pillow. I am half in and half out of the sheet. Half afraid but half bold. My left leg is bare and showing over the side of the bed in invitation. A little of my hip also shows till the soft sheet covers my tummy and tits. My shoulders are propped up and while one arm covers my right side the other is open, in invitation. I am 19. A pioneer waiting to discover....
Lovely - just what I want you to feel... really... Never rub it away....I am ready. The window is open and i hear birds singing outside. Somewhere a milkman is delivering. I know by the clink of glass. It is a perfect Early Summer morning.
I hear you talking downstairs. Earnestly but in your soft Dutch voice. There is a man with you. I think to myself and pull down the edge of the soft cotton sheet to expose the side of my breast for you both to see. I turn my head away from the door. Music from a radio plays In Your Life by The Beatles. I remember a show on tv my older cousin liked. I wait, for a creak on the wooden stairs. A tear fills my left eye and rolls down my cheek. I dont rub it away.
I look at the marks on my wrists from the night before. I know what he’s going to do. He asked me and I agreed. I want him to do these things to me. He asked me and I kissed him and said yes. He looked and me and touched me and kissed me on the lips and I knew we had agreed. I knew this was what I wanted from that day when I stood on the beach and saw the girl with the red hair and stepped into his car and sat on the leather bench seat that was a faded red. Maybe it was what I had always wanted. I remember sitting with my brother and sister and listening as the priest said the words of the Mass and the light through the turned the white columns of the church a brilliant blue and green and red and gold. Perhaps it was then, or maybe it was some other time. I look at my ankles and the marks on them and I can’t remember and I know it doesn’t matter because he will come and we will keep our promise together.