Every night since he left I’ve had this ache inside me. This pang of longing and…how’s this for irony; I feel like my soul’s missing.
My boy’s been gone for so long and hasn’t sent so much as a letter or a note, nothing. Till last week.
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"If I remember right someone came, and it wasn't me."I got to my knees in front of her and smiled. “You’ll come when I say you come,” I told her, grabbing her hand and licking at her fingers, tasting as well as me lingering there. “You still taste the same.” I said softly before bringing the whip up to her face and sliding it over her cheek ( ... )
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