Written by smutnovel

11/15/17 5:07pm

evening pages. in her dreams, he fucks her every night. Sometimes, he is warm and gentle. Sometimes, he is a monster. Sometimes he has blue eyes and coarse, honey-colored stubble on his chin and upper lip. He holds her thin arms in his rough hands, the veins coiled in his muscled forearms coursing with urgency. […]

Written by smutnovel

tuesday, May 15, 2018 – 7:10pm

the sun is flirting with ideas of setting, toying with the concept of surrender. how does she ever let go? could she be content with becoming a memory. Alone. Aloud. Allowed. Hallowed and hollowed. Thirst scratching her throat like coarse beard hairs sandpaper scratching her fleshy cheeks. It stirs in her organs, twisting her insides […]