Joy in living comes from having fine emotions, trusting them, giving them the free
dom of a bird in the open. Joy in living can never be assumed as a pose, or put on from
the outside as a mask. People who have this joy do not need to talk about it; they radia
te it. They just live out their joy and let it splash its sunlight and glow into other lives as
naturally as bird sings.
As you travel through life there are always those times when decisions just have to be made when the choices are hard,
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Killing him slowly
There’s an intruder in my house again. He stumbles through the door, wet carrier bags in hand. He’s bought me offerings. I show my appreciation, letting him caress my beautiful body. He wants to touch me. I rub myself against his legs. He sighs, dropping the bags. He can’t resist touching me. Running his hand slowly down my spine, I arch my back towards his caress, let out a low purr. It’s what we both need.
By N J Delmas2 days ago in Horror
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