Why I’m Special

“Tell me again why I’m special?” She was nestled in against my shoulder as I ran fingers through her hair. She smelled of cinnamon and red wine, and she fit perfectly.  He soft fingers touched my arm, moving on their own free will. Her voice sounded like water. “Do...

Reading Dirty Stories

She used to read me dirty stories in bed, but I swear she made up the parts in the middle. One night while it was snowing, she warmed up the wine and cranked up the heat. She lit a candle that smelled like spring and we crawled into bed with Anais Nin and George...