intimacy – MISS WAVES CHRONICLES

MY ADVENTUROUS PEN

He Was Now in That State of Fire That She Loved.
She Wanted to Be Burnt.

Love is like the wind, you can’t see it but you can feel it.

The water shines only by the sun. And it is you who are my sun.

She used to love being wanted until she felt what it was like to be craved. She wanted him to touch her without using his hands.

The guilt was mostly because she had been so good to him and all he could think of was ripping clothes from her body.