Sometimes I walk through life as if it’s a romcom. Certain movements I make maybe done in slow motion causing the world around me to stop. I stare out of the window of a classic New York brownstone as

I found myself on the table for feasting. You covered my entire body in oil. Carefully caressing my thighs as you worked your way up my back, I’d never felt so safe. You’d touched me in places I’d longed for

I’m sorry you felt comfortable enough to speak disrespect on any of my family. I’m sorry you felt so entitled to carry lackluster conversation about people you obviously felt unknown animosity toward. The fact you felt so secure

Wonderland bestowed a great gift, girl interrupted. There the three of us stood motionless in front of an air hockey table surrounded by village people cheering on the town hero as he defeated his opponent. My friend walks up …

At the time of our tango I had two left feet. I was not a dancer at all, but I knew I was talented in the area of question if I showed enough interest to do so. Hands seemed very sure of themselves when It came to leading …