For the past two years, I had coasted along these waters and each year ended the same. With me returning alone.
Thatβs when it hit me. I scrambled to his side of the bed in haste, silently opened the bedside drawer and located the box of matches he had used to light the candle.
Analyse's head thrashed left and right as he continued his onslaught. Her body scraped against the harsh surface of the tree, tearing a painful howl from her lips yet she wanted more.
Emptiness and loneliness consume you. Physically you're alive, but mentally you're dying inside.
Sitting next to him for such a long time made me want to ravish him on the beach where grains of sand would coat our bodies.' The Romantic featured in Summer Romances
Was I a whore? Hell, no. I was a typical woman who was sexually in tune with her body, one who enjoyed everything about sex and exploring the human body.' An Unforgettable Summer featured in Summer Romances