Thirst and Nerves
I overheard a conversation once that stands out in my memory. The kind where two people are chatting at the water cooler in the office,… Read More »Thirst and Nerves
I overheard a conversation once that stands out in my memory. The kind where two people are chatting at the water cooler in the office,… Read More »Thirst and Nerves
“I want things done to me that I don’t want done to me,” the beautiful brunette sitting in the examination chair says as the crowd of bystanders hovers in close to watch what is going to happen to her. She’s a petite woman with wavy brown hair. She’s sitting nervously, moving her head back and forth, squirming from the imminent violation of her will.
As firelight flickered against the cool night, secrets spilled like embers among friends, revealing the delicate dance of vulnerability and desire.