Tomorrow's Vig

Scissor

Origami of a pair of scissors cutting a ribbon.

She smelled like: lemon cake or a lemon drop? I couldn’t decide. But it was delicious trying to while she licked my collarbone. My whole body tingled. Then her hand slid across my breasts. I opened my eyes to watch them be teased—her fingernails were dirty. My skin wriggled. I struggled to keep smiling while […]