All things SWEET and TIPSY pt.3

“Do you remember the time we first met?” “Of course I do! How can I not? I still feel the same way every time this cute little human walks towards me”, he said while trying to hug her   “Nooo! Tell me exactly how you remember it. “She replied “Ah! Okay. See it wasn’t like...

FLAME

There is something so comforting yet so terrifying, something so devastatingly beautiful in wanting the things we can’t have, some different kind of passion altogether.   She was there again. Just like the last time when she gave a piece of herself away. When she made a part of herself stone cold when she promised...

All things SWEET and TIPSY pt.2

Her eyes opened to a sunny sky and a messy-haired head with sleepy eyes looking right at her. “Were you watching me sleep?” she was awed. “Ha-ha! No, you snore so loud I couldn’t sleep so I thought I’ll make this romantic by watching you wake up,” he answered. “You’re so mean and I don’t...

TALKING BODIES, are we?

Hands on hips Lips on lips Neck kisses and naughty finger things Mouth in places that elicit moans Giggles coming from high adrenaline Jelly legs and sweaty palms Soft things against hard Rubbing with all the naughty might One demand and mouth on the right place One finger moves, a loud moan Just TALKING BODIES,...

All things SWEET and TIPSY

Laughing and giggling she practically fell down in the middle of the meadow with all the things she was carrying. Immediately she had him by her side laughing like that was the funniest thing ever. “What?” she asked with her brows furrowed together. “It’s just so funny watching such a cute tiny person carry so...

In the middle of the night, in my dreams, you should see the things we do baby

Her thoughts always went back this one look of his which had the power to stop the easy flow of any conversation it always made her stumble on her words and suddenly she would feel his thoughts and her desire always answered, with heat rising and shallow breathing, so there she was, stunned, changed. Wanting...

I have a Theory

I have a theory; I have a theory about why some people feel so much. Why some people feel so much pain that it keeps them up all night, so much anger that it makes them go blind, so much sadness that it freezes them deep down to the bone and yet they are still...

Icicle cold, old Willow hollow.

“Do you have classes today or not?!”, she heard her mother scream, confused and groggy she woke up. “Huh?” she asked. “Oh! For god sake, I am not your servant who will come to you every morning and ask for your schedule!” Damn! She thought and immediately looked for her phone in the heap of...

Call me, will you?

She picked up her phone, contemplating for the 100th time if she should text him. Because that is really the only means of any sort communication between them. Calling him was just off limits because really, what were they?  besides, he didn’t even reply to her previous texts and something made her think that this...