TokiNoona

“Why, why does fate make us suffer?” Note: This story takes place during the Dutch Revolt.    His body pressed to yours, his hands roamed over your skin; his mouth was territorially placed to your throat and with each touch, a more intoxicating desire overwhelmed your entire being. “Netherlands…” You breathed out, just as he pushed you against the wall.    The storage room was nearly pitch-black, especially with its absence of windows. The air felt thick, musky, and a thin coat of sweat covered both your skin and his. You were both breathing heavily, hearts racing. He was burning with passion and you were dr

cingulomania (n.) a desire to hold someone in your arms The luminous sunlight pouring out of the windows through the thin white curtains roused you from slumber, pulling you out of the realm of your pretty lucid dreams. Out of pure instinct and habit, you forced your eyes open, squinting at the digital clock atop of the wooden bedside table. A sigh of relief left your chest as an exhausted smile graced your lips; you still had at least ten minutes before you were supposed to bid a temporary farewell to the comforts of your soft bed. You feared that you were going to be tardy for your first class with the strict professor once again. You rubb