Saturday Night Fever: In The Dark
Skin warm, half-dreaming mind waking to the gray light not-yet fading in through barely-slitted curtains, I feel my way in the dark. The softness of morning surrounds me, blanket-like, enveloping,… Read more »
Tag: Morning
Reaching
It’s anticipatory.Reminiscent.A reflex action in my not-quite-dream state. My hand curves just _so_ when I extend it through the graylight veil between sleep and wakefulness, reaching for you. For a… Read more »
In which, my husband demonstrates his kinkiness. (Kinda.)
I’m propped against my pillows, reading Dorothy Sayers and generally adjusting to the fact that morning has arrived (rather sooner than I prefer) regardless that my willingness to arise (or… Read more »
Solace
“Missed you,” he says in a sleepy mumble, and bleary-eyed he tumbles into the empty space on his side of my bed, pressing his length against my side and wrapping… Read more »