Amy Cookson
Bio
Mid-to-late twenties, curly-haired, Lancashire lass, with a penchant for film, smut, and country music.
Stories (5/0)
Declare War
"Why me?" She crossed her palms in her lap as she watched him stir the cream into his coffee. She was too nervous to try and lift a hot beverage to her lips. She studied the curve of his knuckles, admiring the faint, downy hairs that traced up his arm, recalling what he looked like underneath the rolled sleeves as his arm flexed. Good arms.
By Amy Cookson6 years ago in Filthy
The Sure Thing
Sometimes, like anybody, I have my moments of weakness. I have those wobbles of confidence anyone has. Sometimes, it's memory more than the moment. Sometimes, it's feeling yourself absorbing and building up negativity that will eventually explode. But I've got a sure thing.
By Amy Cookson6 years ago in Humans
Love Isn't Always A Rollercoaster...
I had a strange day not so long ago. I don't know if it was the emotional instability that comes with being a woman at times, or if it was truly what I thought I was worried about. I suppose I'd have to share what that was to know.
By Amy Cookson6 years ago in Humans