My lips brush against his, light as a feather. It’s not even a kiss. It’s more like a question, an invitation for more. There’s no pressure, just a hopeful touch of soft lips. Please, kiss me back. But we’re frozen in this moment. There’s no response. Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. What have I … Continue reading First Times – Sazerac & Beignets (11)
First Times – Sazerac & Beignets (11)
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