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.

7 comments:

  1. Wow it sounds like you had a good night. :)
    xx,
    ~Abby~

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

    xxx
    t

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  3. your narrative sense is exquisite.

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

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

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  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.

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