November 2010
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he was incomplete; no scars, no facial hair. his shoulders were held back even as he relaxed on the couch. he was incredibly attractive, high cheekbones, eyes the color of a bottle of vanilla extract: brown, dark brown, but with this subtle amber sheen in the right light.
he kissed me, soft full lips expertly twisting into shapes around mine that turned my knees to jelly, working down to my...
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I love men. I mean, I really love men. I love the way they smell, I love the way they taste. I love the veins in their forearms and the hair on their chests. I love the feel of their scruffy faces and lightly calloused hands against yours. I love the dimples in their backs, the muscles bustling under the skin. I love their tattoos and their freckles and their scars. I love their height and their...
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i had lost him and every time i thought about it my stomach would lurch and i’d find it hard to breathe and an ache - an actual, not just literal, ache - would form in my chest, so severe that i would clutch at my breasts and whimper into the pillows of the bed i refused to leave. i’d writhe around in the sheets, hoping that if wrestled myself under them far enough maybe i’d find...