Smaranda Domosaru
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Sacred
It surprised me how easy it was… hearing the rhythm of his breath, feeling his hands on me, his mouth trail from my ear down my neck to my exposed breast. So easy, despite having avoided putting myself in this position my entire life. How it didn’t even bother me that this had only been the second time I had met him. It’s crazy how you can spend your whole life keeping something hidden under lock and key yet forget its value and be willing to throw it away in a matter of seconds.
By Smaranda Domosaruabout a year ago in Fiction
Pesky Fly
I blew my brains out because of This. Damn. Pesky. Motherfucker of a Fly. Now that’s a suicide note. Watching the serenity of the golden-orange sunrise, as its rays stretched over the hill just outside my bedroom’s single-hung window, would’ve made this day the start of a feel-good romantic comedy novel. Would’ve. If I hadn’t only slept for 3 hours. No matter.
By Smaranda Domosaru3 years ago in Fiction