Thu. May 16th, 2024

Shooter

I held hope and no grudges when it came to my father. When he did come to see us, I’d dash down the stairs and leap into his arms. He’d scoop me up to meet his face and I was blissful; we’d start anew with each reunion.

Baby Girl

By Samantha Arriozola 2021 My jaw locked when we kissed, and he massaged the sides of my face like we had done this before. We laughed like an old couple having a silly time together, a summer montage moment in the movie where the light is warm and the orgasms…