I didn't want to let you in, not again. But I did, and there you are, and goddamn, you smell good. My body itches and twitches and you can feel my fingers rumble. I'm sure you can the way you look at me. Can taste the blood of a bit lip kissed too hard over the tears that have encrusted your tongue in salt.
There's more yelling, there always is, bitter strings of it in the air as we get closer and closer. I'm not sure who lunges first, but we're such a mess I never could tell and then we're on the bed, on the floor, you've got me bent over the dresser, and we finish with finger-fucking in the corner behind the door just before I tell you to get out.
Hello dirty friends -
Here we are, at what I think is probably the end of Your Weekly Dose. 145 posts spread over 4 years. I feel like I've done what I wanted to do, and had a pretty damn good run of it. This may be the end of the end, or I may be back, hard to say. Till then, keep your hands in your pants.