The Writers Wife
Trust me I understand his absences. Was it not I, his official muse, that set him upon this path? He is all over the world now; awards, book signings, book…
Trust me I understand his absences. Was it not I, his official muse, that set him upon this path? He is all over the world now; awards, book signings, book…
I laid my head on his broad chest, my arms around his muscular torso. I felt his large hand 'gently' thumping my uncovered back, the space between my neck and…