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Thursday, August 22, 2013
If Wishes Were Horses
He wanted to brand her, his cock like a red-hot iron burning him into her, melding her onto him. No whispers vanishing like promises. Flesh as memory; one breath of eternity in bronze..
Let's hope he doesn't get his wish. That sounds painful, physically and emotionally. Great writing, Kymm, flesh as memory, and that red-hot iron gives me chills.
Wow Kymm! Every single word of this piece was so raw and intense. Excellently awesome writing!
ReplyDeleteLet's hope he doesn't get his wish. That sounds painful, physically and emotionally. Great writing, Kymm, flesh as memory, and that red-hot iron gives me chills.
ReplyDeleteNo mincing words here! Wow, that is something else. Love it. Thank you for linking up!
ReplyDeleteI think I'm feeling as hot as a brand myself...
ReplyDeleteHoly crap! Somebody open a window in here! :)
ReplyDeleteThis was hot, beautiful and intense. Well done!
Hi great rreading your blog
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