Fantasy
Imaginative scenarios, supernatural encounters, dream worlds
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Why Did You Leave the Lantern Lit?
The friction of his thumb against my clitoris is rhythmic, a metronome keeping time against the howling wind outside.
A Thimble of Saffron
The heat of the stove was nothing compared to the way his hand felt against the small of my back, heavy as a sidearm and just as dangerous.
Your Heart Is Moving Too Fast
She was vibrating at a frequency that would have shattered a lesser man, a high, sharp C-sharp that tasted like lightning.
Wet Ash
I could feel the condensation from her glass dripping onto my thigh, a cold, sharp contrast to the way her thumb was tracing my hip.
---unless you want the rain to start again
Her palm was a flat, hot weight against my sternum, and for a second I forgot how to breathe, how to be anything but clay.