Post Nineteen: Never Questioning
Elli Had I known, you know, had a little warning. I could have protected myself from looking like a loon. As it were, I could not. As...
Post Seventeen: Extending the Pleasantries
Elli “Natalie? Are you home?” No answer, “she must be out still...” Before I could finish my thought, Morgan had me in his arms. He...
Post Fifteen: Take Heed
Elli He must be glutton for punishment. There were many thoughts racing through my head on our way back to my parent's house. Mostly...
Post Thirteen: Illumination
Elli The morning light came in at just the perfect angle that it illuminated half of Morgan's face. He purred quietly as I sat up beside...
Post Eleven: What's the Protocol?
Elli I let the moment wash over me. Morgan Clery. Fuck. As I lay there next to him, I wanted more. I could already feel it welling up...
Post Nine: Perfect. Of course.
Elli Why is it that men always seek out my weaknesses? At first, playing with me. I enjoy it, it feels good. Then they get all...
Post Seven: My Type, His Type. Our Type.
Elli Holy shit. Holy fucking shit! HOLY SHIT! Morgan Clery. Morgan fucking Clery. Jesus fucking Christ! My whole body was screaming at...
Post Five: My Body Wants To Lead
Elli He was being completely sweet, and not at all rapey. I didn't know if he just felt bad for me, or if he was actually interested....
Post Three: Say No To Drugs
Elli Okay, not only was I hanging out with Morgan fucking Clery (kind of) sharing a flask of rum with him, but he seemed genuinely...
Post One: The Clusterfuck
Elli I didn't know why I had let my friend drag me to the festival. I knew before we even left it was going to be horrible. Thousands of...
