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We drag you into a dimly lit room, your hands in leather shackles, a mask over your face. I tip you back onto the bed and my girlfriend climbs o..

The running shower hides the sound of the garage door opening. Steam has filled the small bathroom, making it very difficult to see. I jump ..

Our trip home is a quiet one. The music plays from your radio, the only noise in the cab. I sit in the middle seat, my head resting on your ..

You walk in the house to find it dead silent. The birds chirp in the early morning sun. You walk into my bedroom and find me sprawled on top..

With a frustrated sigh I slam he heavy textbook on the kitchen table. You look at me sympathetically as I rest my head in my hands, rubbing ..

A note sits on the table when I open the door to our dark home. I set down my bags and walk to the kitchen table, my heels clicking on the t..

You have that look in your eye that says ‘I want you’. I smile, running a smooth leg up yours to drive you nuts. I lean toward yo..

Silent as a cat stalking its prey, I move across the room toward your sleeping form. Your clothes lay scattered on the floor and I sigh ment..

A reflection of my not-so-happy past

A reflection of my not-so-happy past