Perfected :: Her Body :: Greek Necessity :: Deep Throats :: Scrolls

Sometimes a cup of coffee is just a cup of coffee The moonlight pouring in through the window bleached my skin and turned the scene into black and white. It could have been that that woke me, or it could have been the insistant, unwanted caress, a hand stroking across my stomach. I didn't ask for it. I didn't imply that I wanted it. I wanted to fall asleep on a friend's shoulder, safe in the knowledge that he wouldn't take advantage of the situation, or ove beyond the boundaries of propriety. I woke up to Im not sure what. An invasion of my personal space, certainly. Not an assault in the violent sense of the word, but it still took a hasty push and a goodnight to get him to leave, to leave me alone in the privacy of the shower stall and to scrub and scrub and scrub. ______________________________ we have come so far :: it is over

Accomplishment :: The Moon :: Toga :: Night Flower