Thursday, March 11, 2010

about a room with a mattress.

love by Édouard-Henri Avril

my room here is rather small, completed with a tiny window. I can no longer observe the world from above in the mornings, with a cup of tea in my hand, as I usually do when I wait for Catalena and Andrei to wake up.

last night; Catalena's white breasts, Andrei's longing body. no lights except the moonlight. a nipple in my mouth, a hand up my thigh. kisses down my spine.

suddenly I hear Sara's voice and the lights are turned on. we're caught like the deer in the headlight for a second, before Andrei takes his tongue out of my belly to ask Sara if she'd join us.

"don't you fuck all day long in Sweden?" he continues but she's already gone.


  1. Wow it sounds like you had a good night. :)

  2. you kill me aurora. i seriously love you.


  3. your narrative sense is exquisite.

    i'm pleased you're being showered with affection.

  4. My room has windows. Big windows. But I never opened them,because whenever I do,I feel like there's someone watching.

  5. apparellel: oh no, I really don't mean to kill you love.
    thelittleflower: you'll regret it later, trust me, open them. windows should always be open.