"The saga continues with the aftermath of their decision."
POV: TaylorThe kitchen smelled like garlic and roast.Laughter echoed from the living room—loud, false, and sharp. Jay’s voice didn’t carry like the others. It never did. But I could feel him. Even without looking.He was there.And I was still wet...
"“Didn’t you know, she’s the priestess of love,” said Kate, “God, every time I see her, somehow I just want to fuck.”"
A golden haze serenaded the lush green premises of the ashram as dusk approached across the hills. I walked with Marius, trying to shoo away a couple of young goats which had deviated from their group and were now engaged...
"With a little help from my friends . . ."
It is the hourWhen from the boughsThe nightingale’s high note Damn it! Oh god! That’s Byron (I say)The words are not mineIt sounded so goodI thought it inspired Now I’m depressedI need something newTo express how I feelSince I met...
"This is a true story about an experience I had when I was younger. Part 2."
I stifled a yawn and climbed onto my bed, running a hand through my spiky hair."Are you going to bed?" Taylor asked, sitting on the bed next to me."I think so." I nodded, pulling off my shirt."Goodnight." She wrapped her...