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Behind the Door

I can feel your body giving in to my fingers, the way they probe the contour of every bone. I can hear your breath grow heavy when I circle my fingers right in that sensitive part of the dip between ribs and hips. When will you open the door?

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The Love Letter

My aunt died very recently. I have very strong memories of her. She was often present in my childhood, and, apart from my mum, she(read more…)