Jami Denise says:
July 14, 2013 at 5:17 pm
We were on a precipice, tippy-toeing around the situation and the pain. It was the end, and we were unable to change the series of events that brought us to that point.
But there was that compulsive need for him to belong to me, and me him. From the beginning, we were too intense. Over the top, and unhealthy in love.
“I need to be inside you. I need to hold you.”
The words ground out of his mouth like shards of glass. Needy and addicted, he grabbed me, took me.
His hand wrapped around my ankle, pulling me to the end of the bed and shoving himself inside, breaking my heart further.
His kisses felt like a farewell, and his touch was too eager to feel like hope. Each thrust of his hips, every time he touched that place inside, I died a little bit more.
We were holding on to yesterday. The yearning between us was so strong, it just wouldn’t let go. We couldn’t. My hands held his back, the muscles rippling as he plunged deeper and deeper into my soul. I let him take everything.
As my orgasm approached, the tears fell.
Tomorrow, we were over.
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Judge: Les Joseph
Jami Denise is the Runner Up this week. This was a tough choice for me. I love the angst, that feeling of … ugh, when it gets you right in the heart, and this entry left me almost breathless. With so few words I was able to feel the anguish and the pain, the sense of loss both characters were feeling. This line wrecked me the most.
3/19/2023 01:33:26 am
I really enjoyed your blog, thanks for sharing
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