“Hi, Daddy.” I’m still shy as I say it, but a lot of the shyness has worn off after so many months. The word flows easy from my lips and makes me happy in ways I can’t always explain. The first time I said it, realized that honoring Signs (Michael, my Daddy) with that particular …
Sketch His hand at the back of her neck. Eases her, forces her with gentle pressure to her knees. “Open.” Her thighs and her mouth. “Close.” Her eyes as the blindfold obscures her vision. That hand drops back to the nape of her neck, communicating so much with a gentle squeeze. She holds, waiting just …