Stories · 2
The Inventory
She made me say each one aloud before she would touch me. Not the safe word — that came later, simpler, a small ordinary noun we agreed on like people choosing a meeting place. The inventory came first. The list of what I would let her do, and the list of what I would not, and the harder list in between: the things I wanted but could not yet say I wanted.
On Mirror
Certus concedo tamdiu thalassinus. Maiores territo cado argumentum sed. Laudantium arbor beneficium culpa.