I whip out Glass Kiss from its sheath, run a finger over the gems in her hilt, trying to steady my breathing. “Don’t do this.” And yet, some part of me wants it; some part of me thrills with the hope that they can stop me. Therissana advances, her eyes boring into mine. ...
Stereotyping Hurts the War; Little Cooperation in Finger-Pointing
I learned it when I lived in Spain. I work on being a flow through system so that my brain does not become a musty cabinet of old hurts and resentments.
You turn over to meet her eyes, just taking a moment to enjoy those beautiful diamonds looking back at you. "Of course not, Sunny." You slip your hand down her chest and along her navel, making her spread her legs open so you can slide your finger up to her clit. "I'm never goi...
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