Bite Marks

I looked at my wrist, as soon as you left, and there were three very clear bite marks. I think I made them myself, but couldn’t remember how. What I do remember, as clearly as the marks, is your taste, your skin against mine, feeling it heat up under the sheets, your smell left on my hands, the wet feeling of in and out, the thought that I could stay in that state of quiet flux forever.

I have this silly smile that keeps coming back to my lips. I almost left the red undies decorating the TV as a permanent souvenir.

Creative Loving

You showed me your passion, your art, so I’ve decided to show you a bit of mine: writing. I’ll give you one flashback. It starts with the sun in the sky immaculately blue. You pull my top over my head, I feel the fabric sliding through my arms. Exquisite flavours and the taste of kisses. Locked eyes. The smell of hot skin.
We are inside now on the couch and you slide my hand on top of my underwear and lick my fingers as if they are the inner part of me. It feels as if you are… I shiver.

Cleaning Frenzy

I have realised that during a sexual draught it is quite common that I feel like cleaning. To the point that it becomes a sign.

Whenever I have this urge to clean things that are ridiculous to be cleaned, I know it is time to put some effort to have, at least, a one night stand.

Yesterday I felt like wiping my friend’s cabinet handles with lime and salt. It is a trick to make copper objects shine their fiery reddish colours, in this case, copper cabinet handles.

“Draught Alert” for sure!

If you have a sudden impulse to clean the company’s microwave, washing light bulbs, polishing coffee spoons or anything of the sort, ask yourself quickly: ‘how long since I had sex?’