Seeking water that poured it's desires over skin so brutally hard, it seemed impossible it could be so soft beneath my touch. Skin that shivered in blissful anarchy, pliant under my commanding will, held rigid in submissive surrender. I may have been on my knees before him but his wolf bowed to m...
Hesitation is a wonderful thing. It allows that breath before you leap and that moment of clarity before chaos; that juncture between serenity and tempest. My reluctant stand on the porch before the front door was an exercise in self restraint. In forcing myself to move forward when all my feet w...