Send us Your Smut - Desires so Secret by Holly B

Thursday April 16, 2020

Desires so Secret - by Holly B


My hands were shaking as I slipped the key into my apartment door. He was standing behind me, close enough that I felt his breath, but not so close that any part of our bodies were touching. I don’t know why I noticed this. Over a decade I have known him and his body. I know he has a smatterinf of freckles on his shoulders from our many summers languidly lived out at his parents’ cabin. He knows I have a scar from an appendectomy, a surgery he waited through, anxiously pacing the visitors’ room.