sex & wildflowers

As she fell back into the bed she tried to remember good things, like…unexpected phone calls from old friends, cool breezes on hot days, fields of wildflowers, and before you even crack your eyes open good-morning sex…
Sex was such a multitude of different things, it was hard to tell whether she wanted him, wanted to feel punished, or just wanted to feel an inkling of pleasure. She always wanted something, she wanted too much mostly. She liked feeling his breath in her ear, she like feeling his hands around her throat, she just liked feeling.  



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