A Lady and Lit

I like to write

I remember his skin.

It was bumpy, scaly, not smooth. Not what I was accustomed to. Yet firm, rough. Like a man’s… a man’s skin of whom I was unfamiliar with. Not my territory.

And I remember how his arms encompassed me. My body, small and frail under his, between those arms and his chest, over me.

I ran my hands over those arms and forearms. They were inked up with tattoos—something else I wasn’t accustomed to. And I wanted them to hold me like that forever. To just have me between them, touching me and carressing me.

Our eyes locked. We didn’t have to say anything. It was like a moment of magic. Magic.



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s


This entry was posted on November 25, 2013 by and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , .
%d bloggers like this: