Madeline Sheehan

Hey," I said softly and cupped his cheek."Yeah?"__hat about your dream?__is face went dimples. ____ lookin_ at it, darlin_.__h. Crap. My heart felt near bursting. I was absolutely done for. This man owned me, body and soul, and everything in between.

Whatever this shit is between us it__ always been there and it__ always gonna be there. I__ shit-fuckin_-tired tryin_ to ignore it. I__l try to do right by you Eva, you__ be the first, but I__l fuckin_ try my damndest. And baby, true freedom is the open road, the wind on your face and a good woman on the back of your bike holdin_ you tight like you__e her reason for breathin_ because she sure as fuck is yours.

The difference between a self-induced orgasm and an orgasm given by a man is like comparing a rainy day and a rain storm. Rain was a sure thing, you knew exactly what you were going to get: a clean and crisp, both sweet and refreshing experience. But rainstorms were unpredictable, they were riddled with surprises, messy and wet; they were something you had no control over.

Your mother holds you skin on skin and when you enter this world, feeds you with her own body; skin on skin. Your father runs his fingers over your tear stained cheek, presses his lips to your forehead; skin on skin. You make love, skin on skin with a man you love, a beautiful man. And then, if you__e lucky your own baby will enter this world and you__l hold her skin on skin, feed her with your body skin on skin. It__ a magical thing.