Confessions of a Stolen Goddess: The First Time We Touched

The First Time We Touched I didn’t know then that his touch would become the craving in the dead of night that made me sweat. We were the definition of look but don’t touch. It’s like the Universe way toying with us. It had been weeks since I first dreamed of him and continued to… Continue reading Confessions of a Stolen Goddess: The First Time We Touched