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Naked and shivering, the sweat from both of their bodies cooled on hers after…Mathilde pulled her hair to one side, it was stuck to her face and below her shoulder. She looked at him, and then around at his hotel room. That was another thing about him, she never expected that he would not rise […]
Mathilde watched him look right through her, and she was shaken a bit because she never imagined that he would react to her like that. She never imagined that he would be so blase about seeing her, they had been together for a little while…it had not seemed insignificant to her. Then she remembered that she […]
With the current state of things and the regular trajectory of Mathilde, it would be easy for me to marry both for this week’s Masturbation Monday. But I am not going to do that. There was once a comment about Anais Nin that she was living through WWII, and there was no mention of it […]
Mathilde sat on the metro—she could still feel him between her legs. She could still feel him moving there, the heat of him outside and inside her and she pressed her thighs together from the memory. Biting her lip and clutching her bag, Mathilde realized that she had come all the way to Paris to […]
She still did not know his name but the way that he looked at her that made Mathilde pause. He studied her face in a way that she was not sure that anyone had studied it. He looked at her like he did not know what she was. Like he could see her and everything that she […]
It was as cliché as she could have imagined, lying in bed with the Parisian sunlight falling on her. On him too, this time she would not ask what his name was because she really did not want to know. He was a bad sleeper so he was not holding her, and the sheets covered […]
She left, she was happy that she had managed to leave because it had seemed that she was not going to be able to for awhile but she did. She left Aaron before it got more tangled than it already was… That was why Mathilde had left the last time—and every other time to avoid entanglement. This […]
Mathilde hated it, but she was still with Aaron and she did not want him to go if she was honest at the moment. If at least for sex—she still wanted to have sex with him. She still wanted to have sex period. Just because she had left everything did not mean that she was […]
His name was Aaron. Even as she tried to keep it anonymous—and Mathilde had been successful for the most part….Aaron lingered for the early morning after they were together, but she escaped him with a kiss. A long lingering kiss, him pressing him up against the door jamb naked and neither of them caring if […]
Like a bird in flight, before she could get off of of the edge of the bed, he caught her around the waist. Mathilde would not have admitted it even under the prospect of torture, but she leaned into him in compliance and with resistance. Were they still not going to talk? She did not […]