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When my heart no longer beats,

Content note: taboo relationship

Valeria tended to her garden with benevolence and love. She had to ensure the health of her beloved belladonna, hemlock, hellebore, and foxglove. Her customers sought the best from her deadly garden. After all, the poisons needed to be pure to release her sisters from the shackles of evil men.

Hi baby, I’m so glad you’re home. How was your day?

It was 1994; the year Kurt Cobain died, OJ Simpson was arrested for murder, South Africa elected Nelson Mandela as president, and I was a gangly and awkward twenty-year-old just muddling through life on a hope and a prayer. That was also the summer I went to work for Ginny.

Christa posed herself in a circle of candles and mixed grave dirt with the other ingredients as she spoke her incantation through tears, “Flesh and bone, your oats were sown. Flesh and bone, return to me, so I may not be alone,” Christa chanted as she continued to blend the elements of the bronze bowl before the faded photo.

Kate couldn’t sleep. Her nude body was curled beneath the comforter on her side with her knees drawn up in the fetal position, her ass and pussy exposed and hopelessly empty.

TW: self-harm, mental illness

Agent Tessa Sullivan got a call from CIA Director Charles Hendricks about a job. He needed someone that wasn’t on his core team, someone the mob had no idea about. Her assignment was to work with Agent Joe Welch again and his crew to help take down the Bosseri crime family. She was to be their day-to-day contact. She hadn’t seen Joe in probably six years. Had it been that long already? Shit.

I took a calculated risk, but boy, oh boy, am I bad at math.

*Content warning: harassment, stalking

Jamie rinsed the suds from his body in the shower when he noticed the drain was slow. Soapy water backed up around his feet at the rear of the tub. It swirled lazily around the drain, trickling into the pipe.

*Content Warning: brief non-detailed scene of attempted sexual assault

Arlen was finally able to get back to the salon to get her nails done. It had been months. Life had been so chaotic, and money was tight from the move to her new house. Her regular nail lady, Helena, gave her a hard time about the length between visits.

Laci’s heart thumped in her chest as her boyfriend, Shawn, led her by the hand to the bedroom for a surprise.

There was an old woman who lived by the sea,

In the dream I dare not say aloud,

A shallow rabbit burrow

They named me after a sword,

I want to be near her.

“Are you nervous about dinner with my family?” asked Trevor as his eyes flicked to his girlfriend from the road.

Roz hated the holiday season. Nothing sucked the “goodwill toward men” out of her more than working retail during the holidays. Between the sucky hours and the incredibly rude customers, this time of year was just not her thing.

My sister, Cora, is a flaky pain in my ass. I love her to death, but she waits until the last goddamn minute for everything. I asked her all of November what she and my nephew, Scotty, wanted for Christmas. She finally just answered me… on December 15th. ARE. YOU. SERIOUS. It is ten days before Christmas, lady!

Talia wrapped her fingers, pointed with sharp red nails, around the blonde woman’s throat.

Jenna hurried into her local bookstore. She was hell-bent on finding that brand new spicy fantasy book released last week that her friends couldn’t stop raving about. She found it at the front of the store on a specialty display for this specific book release.

***Content Warning: domestic verbal and physical abuse***

I just keep thinking about sucking cock. How intimate, and connecting it is, whether it’s with a new partner or not.

“Don’t you want to play a game with me?” Laura asked with a smirk. Jay nodded. “Look at all these people around, going about their day.”

With the sweep of his hand along my body, he composes my ecstasy like a maestro. Beginning a performance of pleasure, intense perfection in each touch. A sensual midnight sonata played in flesh.

I love the way you move when I’m stroking you, over and over and over. How you quiver and shake before you climax. The way your body tenses when you finally come, hot and sticky all over my hands.

I know what my voice does to you. My velvet tongue in your ear, whispering lustful promises and lascivious things I want to do to you. It wraps around you, hot and sweet, making your need within swell.

The snow lazily melts,

I always feel you there,

In the crooks of your body, I find my religion.

My skies have been crowded with heavy, dark clouds.

I am beautiful, inside and out.

Sometimes it’s a bridge too far,

The bitter sting of regret.

The hot spray of scalding water cascades over me

You break me down,

I laze like a fresh blossom

Dawn’s early light crests over the horizon and I feel you stir next to me. The sheets rustle as you stretch and turn so your back is toward me. I wrap my arms around you and pull you close, your soft, warm body pressed against mine. The curve of your ass wedged perfectly against my morning induced stiff cock. I kiss my angel good morning and you giggle before you wiggle your ass against me. I groan and you whisper “good morning” to me. I whisper it back as I nuzzle your neck just under your ear.