The baby closed its mouth, staring at him with hope and small hiccups.
“Jesus,” he said. He lay down on the bed, pulling the pillow under his head, and drew the whole bundle of coat, shawl and infant up against his shirt. A tiny hand closed tight on the lace. One sob erupted, and then changed midbreath to a soft sigh.
Women, he thought sardonically, sinking in the bedclothes, with sleep revolving and closing in his head. He moved one finger, feeling a cheek as soft as down.
What’s your name?
Ask the girl. Remember that…
Maddy…
It was wrong. I must leave thee now.
Don’t cry. Don’t cry, little girl… I’m so tired. I never deserved you, did I? Maddy… but I loved you.
I always loved you.
Stichwörter: baby-girl
Fucking men makes me have repeated orgasms. Fucking boys makes me angry."
Kelli from Scott Hildreth's Baby Girl
Stichwörter: baby-girl kelli-talks-to-heather
Everything that I did, I thought of him. He had consumed me. He has crawled inside of me and become part of me, part of my day-to-day life. Even when he is not in my presence, he is part of everything that I do. He is in my mind. He has infected me.
I paint my nails and I hope. I hope that he praises me. I hope that he smiles. I hope that when he says what he says, whatever it may be, that he ends it with those two words.
Baby girl.
I am ruined.
Stichwörter: erotica baby-girl
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