Dinner Guest – Part 2: The Drink
You thirst because I allow it. Part 2: The Table as Altar The clink of wine glasses echoed above. Beneath
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The Breakfast Below (Part 2)
“Swallow it slowly. I want you to taste everything I walked through.” He can still see the croissant—what'
The Breakfast Below (Part 1)
“It’s not fresh,” she said. “But then again… neither are my feet.” He hasn’t eaten in nearly two
His Mouth, Her Shoes
“I lift my heel from your face, not to spare you—only to make you kiss it properly.” You’re
Where Furniture Learns to Breathe
“I slowly uncross my legs. My soles lift… drift off the floor… hover.” You’ve been summoned. And you know
You’re Not Kissing. You’re Supporting.
“You’re not kissing. You’re not licking. You’re supporting.” Brunch was your idea. Cute, really. You wanted to
Say It While You Watch Yourself
“Look at yourself. That’s who you are now. Say thank you.” You’re not bound. Not yet. I want
Kneel Without Being Told
“If you need instructions to kneel, you’re already worthless.” You are not here by accident. You clicked. You opened.