January 2011
22 posts
Listen
he fiddled with my silver bangle as it hung loosely around my wrist. i watched as he slowly ran it up and down. up and down my sun kissed arm. my eyes closed slowly and my senses livened. the room’s smell of sand and dry sea salt crawled past me…i could hear him breathing. slow and rhythmical, with a subtle humming of his warm voice still present. i felt as he allowed my bangle to fall back...
“i’ll piss on you. but not in a weird kind of way…in a nice way” gm.
the worst part about not having internet when you’re away, is not having tumblr.-LW.