Wednesday December 28, 2011

“‘No one appreciates you like me,’ he said, and that made me a little angry. He has no idea the competition he’s up again. He doesn’t know this is something other men say and he doesn’t know how things men say run together like rivulets in melting ice. ‘Do I make you feel ravished?’ he asked, when he was inside me again, from behind. Whose benefit all this is for—that’s usually transparent.”

Melting

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