Falling to Pieces
“I kept my eyes closed. The aroma of freshly cut grass on a warm summer day curled around my nostrils deliciously. Marc’s scent.
My eyes flickered open to inspect the sparse room. Unlike the rest of the house, the white washed walls held no artwork. The only pieces of furniture in the room were the solid oak wardrobe moved from the usual place to block out the sunlight and the bed I lay on. The room seemed forgotten in comparison to the rest of the house.
The scent radiated from the shee...ts and I’d only realised that when I hadn’t sensed the heat from Marc’s body.
I lay still for a while mulling over the events from the night before, and my sex lurched at the recollection of making love.
Being captured and drugged by Thomas and Victoria had seemed like years ago.
I stroked my throat with my fingertips recalling the taste of Marc’s blood, or rather the effect. The taste was slightly different, heavy and juicier, like the fattest most succulent peach you’d just picked off the tree.MoreLess
My eyes flickered open to inspect the sparse room. Unlike the rest of the house, the white washed walls held no artwork. The only pieces of furniture in the room were the solid oak wardrobe moved from the usual place to block out the sunlight and the bed I lay on. The room seemed forgotten in comparison to the rest of the house.
The scent radiated from the shee...ts and I’d only realised that when I hadn’t sensed the heat from Marc’s body.
I lay still for a while mulling over the events from the night before, and my sex lurched at the recollection of making love.
Being captured and drugged by Thomas and Victoria had seemed like years ago.
I stroked my throat with my fingertips recalling the taste of Marc’s blood, or rather the effect. The taste was slightly different, heavy and juicier, like the fattest most succulent peach you’d just picked off the tree.MoreLess
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