Ellie was his porcelain doll, a precious toy that he took pleasure in dressing, molding her to his fancy.
I love you dad, but I don’t want to drown in this sea change.
It was a blog about a girl having increasingly debasing sex with random men.
I don’t think they see me as fully human, but rather as an exotic treat to have before settling for the main course.
Desire, however, blinded his reason, and he convinced himself that she’d want this too.
He’s eager to escape his home. He’s eager to peel off the City suit he’s been rotting in since morning. But most of all he’s eager to taste your skin and bury himself in your hair and between your legs.