raininjuarez: If you’re going to learn to swimYou need to let go of the side of the pool

raininjuarez: If you’re going to learn to swimYou need to let go of the side of the pool

Raininjuarez: Tl;Dr? Raininjuarez: Our Memories Are Fraudulent.they Can Be Friendly Frauds, It’s True, But They Are Little Frauds Nonetheless.when We Replay Past Events, We Want Pretty Pictures, And So Our Minds Turn The “Only Fair” Into “Good,”

Raininjuarez: Sometimes I Need To Slow Things Down. I Admit; I Often Find It Impossible. There Are So Many Times When The Need To Be In You Now — To Be In You Now — Overpowers. Remember That Little Alcove Behind The Taqueria On Avenue A? The

Raininjuarez: Raininjuarez: It Was A Collision, Not An Embrace. We’d Waited Too Long. When A Man Goes For Days Without Food, He Doesn’t Savor Those First Bites; He Inhales Them. He Attacks Them, Seizes Them Greedily. He Doesn’t Linger

Raininjuarez: He Knew Every Rise And Dive Of Her Body – Could Instantly Recall From Memory Every Hair, Every Scar. Everything That Gave Beneath His Fingers,And Everything Hard That Resisted. He Knew Every Inch Of Her, As A Priest Knows His Catechism.

Raininjuarez: She Had Him Just Where She Wanted Him. It Might Not Have Looked That Way To Others; She Was On Her Knees, With His Long Body Towering Over Her. He Looked Dominant — His Frame Casting A Shadow Over Her — But She Knew That She Was In

Raininjuarez: She Has A Public Beauty. The One She Shares With You, On The Street And In The Shops And When She Is At Work. Her Luminous Skin, Her Radiant Smile. All The Tapers And The Curves And The Things She Sets Gently In Motion. Hints Beneath

Raininjuarez: Quick “I’m Bored” He Murmured In Her Ear, His Lips And Teeth Working Down Her Neck. His Hands First On Her Hips, Pressing Her Firmly Back Against The Wall, And Then Inching Slowly Up To Her Waist. Strong Hands, With A Tight Grip.

Raininjuarez: She Was Bound To Learn Patience. At The Wrists, Her Arms Outstretched, And At The Ankles, Spread Wide. At The Bar Earlier That Evening, As She Complained About The Frustrations Of Waiting Endlessly For Her Hair-Brained Co-Workers To Finish

Raininjuarez: He Raised Her Skirt Slowly Fingered The Hem. He Brushed His Hands Gently Along Her Thighs And Cupped Softly The Arc Of Her Bottom. Like Savoring That Last Sip Of An Exquisite Wine, Rolling It On His Tongue Before Letting It Disappear Inside.

Waiting, Anticipating

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