Cramming For Midterms
Sep 29th, 2015 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Back against the wall, arms at my sides, and my heart pounding in my throat and toes, I closed my eyes and let him explore the soft wetness of lips, the tight reluctance of tongue. My fingernails dug into my thighs, the way love, or maybe obsession, forces its way into the folds of your brain, seeping into your consciousness and taking over everything you thought you knew about yourself.
I surrendered, flat, still, and unendingly insecure. I hated him.
He caressed my hair and my face. The ground gave way, an unexpected and fragile molehill, and I found myself.
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