All of this.
“I have no idea what’s awaiting me, or what will happen when this all ends.”
―Albert Camus
grab
“The body is so easily damaged, so easily disposed of, water and chemicals is all it is, hardly more to it than a jellyfish drying on sand," Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale.
The Kitchen Sessions #2
(An Intimate Alchemists original)
She belongs to him. Every inch. Every breath. Every sigh. His.
If you hold me down and taunt me, I will melt. Seriously. Real science. I will melt like a figurine under a microscope on a sunny day. Not a sexy image? I don’t care.
If you lean in whilst taunting me and whisper it in my ear, I am done. Literally done. It’s just one of those things that makes me so hot. Regardless of the other details. Especially if you’re telling me what’s going on/what you’re going to do. Amazing.
And that second set of hands? Yum. The possibilities are endless.