Part 1 of a story about hiring another woman for sensual massage. Based on a true story!
I tend to write with a lot of build and anticipation. Patience is required. Sexy parts demarcated if you must skip ahead. Full story is posted on my profile <3
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Inside me was a pit. In the pit were cold coals, bits of bark, unholy, dampening wetness; things unsuitable for fire and longing. Instead of longing, I cultivated emptiness. I felt sorry for my pinked and bloodied heart.
“Eventually, you’ll feel different,” Violet tried to reassure me, her tender hands always half-soothing, half-making tea.
Since I had known her, I had been in mourning. First it was the loss of a pet, then it was the loss of a family member, then it was a move, then it was anything that caused the slightest bit of inconvenience. The exhaustion of survival had set in, and I had lost something I didn’t think possible: my own body.