Blurred.

The cold air in this room has blurred my window. It’s warm outside. Warm and wet. The air feels so thick with moisture it almost feels like you’re drowning – inhaling huge mouthfuls of water, suffocating.

Perhaps it’s just the way I’m feeling right now. My eyes feel blurred… as if the paradox of emotions I’m currently feeling has created a mist in my vision the same way the cold and hot air has fogged my window.

I don’t know what I’m feeling.. I can’t make up my mind. I can’t quite make out one whole emotion clearly.

I do see glimpses of sadness, happiness, awe, anxiety, complete fear and utter exhaustion though.

By Jen

You are as abandoned and noisy as any character in a porn film, Laura. You are Ian's plaything, responding to his touch with shrieks of orgasmic delight. No woman in the history of the world is having better sex than sex you are having with Ian... in my head.

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