Carian Cole

Hello, Satan. I know you've been waiting patiently for me since the demise of the good and noble Uncle Tor. I have a feeling I'll be staying here a while.

"I want all of you," she continues as her lips move across my flesh. "Your love, your body. Your past, your present, your future. Everything."

Are you hungry?"

"I'm starving," he nips at my collarbone. "I'm just not sure what I want to eat first."

"There was just me falling for you all on my own and making wishes on a shit ton of pennies."

"You're so fuckin' adorable."

"So are you."

I think he actually blushes.

"Spread your legs for me, baby."

I want to get the poison out in the open and give the wound air to breathe. And hopefully heal.

Young love...first love is so innocent. So pure and trusting. So all encompassing. I shouldn't be on the receiving end of that love from her at my age, but in all honesty, she's my first love, too.