raininjuarez:When they first met, she saw him as a treat. A candy in a dish, that she could
raininjuarez: When they first met, she saw him as a treat. A candy in a dish, that she could pass or, when the mood struck, enjoy. She liked the way he smelled, the way he looked in jeans. The way he prayed her name. He was a frolic. But as time passed, she found she was less and less likely to pass. Slowly, he became less like a treat and more like sustenance. Alone, at the office or in the market, she could hear his growl, feel his weight, taste the salt of his skin. She could feel the rush and thrust of him. She would close her eyes and relive his insistence. His hands had imposed a memory on her flesh that persisted long after he had gone, after the door had closed behind him. She felt herself in free-fall, but had no desire to land [Please don’t remove the text from this post. Thank you] -- source link