On a Cold Night_Dominance_Exorcising Terry Gray_The Documentary
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On a Cold Night
We pretended our spirits were high and united with the universe. We shouted “Happy New Year” with hope and exhaustion settling into our cold bones. The heat in the cabin had gone out yesterday. We had walked a long way over snow covered roads and found the cabin down a long driveway that had not been plowed this season, we were all very happy to find it. The cabin standing small yet proud against the tall trees and long shadows cast by a brilliant moon. It started to snow again, we were still drunk, so we trudged forward toward the cabin with a sense of relief, and renewed optimism. As we gai...
Dominance
"Are you coming tonight? Like I said?"I rolled my eyes. Ugh. I could hear his wiggling eyebrows and confident smirk in his smooth, honeyed voice."Of course," I replied, attempting to put as much enthusiasm into my response as possible."Alright."He drew the two-syllable word out for longer than necessary. In the process, his voice went slightly deeper as well as adopting a sort of husky quality. I imagined his tongue running over wolfish fangs, every ounce the predator waiting patiently, hungry eyes and drooling mouth, for his prey.I hung up and shoved my phone back into my pocket. I then toss...
Exorcising Terry Gray
My hair is a pink wig…an insult, certainly, but necessary. I am not the only pink-haired sexy witch crowded into the Bar and Shield, the local biker pe bar, for the Halloween festivities. Most everyone, elbow to elbow, beer in hand, www.onedoor.cchas come in already drinking or already high, and the pot smokers’ table by the back fence continues to fill. Outlaw country pours from tonight’s band, Terry Gray playing and singing. Local never-would-be, Terry still melted my heart, in his blue flannel shirt that I used to sleep in, and his big black cowboy hat. It didn’t take long for her to push by me… my doppe...
The Documentary
TW: Mentions of deathThe first change in my marriage was the way that he looked at me.Our glances had always been wistful and filled with love. Whenever I felt at my most strong and confident, I could feel his gaze on me with adoration and obsession. His eyes were always dripping with lust and love for me, and this made our relationship a love for the ages. Now, he looks at me with suspicion. Rather than flirty winks, I receive narrowed eyes filled with distrust. His stares are sharp and judgmental rather than sweet and longing. He’s beginning to hate me, if he doesn’t already, and every day I...