She extended one arm towards me, then another. I allowed her ten limbs to encircle me, snake around my ribs, under my arms, between my clothed thighs. I got one glimpse of her pink, rubbery face before her hooked beak caught me. It clamped my mouth so hard I tasted
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When I think of what I want your name to be, I think of the undoing of a corset, and I want it to resemble laughter.
Corey is teaching me how to shoot his father’s gun. We haven’t
I keep falling in love with cis people.
