Where there is a Key, there is yet hope.
The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own MakingThese holes are our sins. And the waves are God’s love, washing away our sins.
Hidden Under Her HeartShe felt that her speech was voicing the incoherency her thoughts, and stopped abruptly.
The AwakeningKnow that I will think of you as a goddess even as I fuck you like a slut.
Brie Submits to Her MasterShe ran, and leaned to the wall, until her face was close to mine and her breath came on me.
Affinity…there was something about her that made you feel it was safe to tell her secrets.
Anne of Windy Poplars