Sarai loved to fuck to the sounds of Enya. You’d think something soothing like Only Time would inspire sweet, beautiful love making, but Sarai was different. Twenty years later, any time I hear that zen-like music I think of fucking Sarai. The daughter of two bikers, she was convinced she was switched at birth. Her …
Feeling rusty. Unedited writing exercise. She lived with her vivid dreams. Fantastic things that leapt from her consciousness. So vivid they were impossible to distinguish from reality. Many were harmless. Her as Rapunzel, her hair falling like an inky rope down the side of the castle as she waited for her prince to come. Or …