wp-plugin-bluehost domain was triggered too early. This is usually an indicator for some code in the plugin or theme running too early. Translations should be loaded at the init action or later. Please see Debugging in WordPress for more information. (This message was added in version 6.7.0.) in /home4/susangib/public_html/blog3/wp-includes/functions.php on line 6114LUNA MOTH<\/strong> She dreamed of having wings, though that is not unusual her psychiatrist said. \u201cPeople who have an extraordinary fear, real or at least real to them, tend to dream of escape from the thing or person of which or whom they are afraid. Flight is one common method.\u201d He imagined her with the pale luminescence of a luna moth<\/a> fluttering above him as he lay outstretched and naked on his bed.<\/p>\n \u201cDo you trust me?\u201d he asked her. \u201cYou must trust me completely before you can react with other people.\u201d<\/p>\n She nodded but would not look him in the eye. She wanted to trust him. She wanted to be healed.<\/p>\n \u201cTake my hand, Larissa,\u201d he said. He reached beyond the halfway point between them when he noted that she\u2019d lifted up her hand from beneath the security of their fold. He edged up in his chair, his knees brushing hers for an instant before she pulled herself back within her bubble. \u201cSorry,\u201d he said, \u201cthat was not intentional.\u201d He sat back a quarter of the way he had moved forward. \u201cBut you didn\u2019t cringe. That\u2019s good.\u201d He was holding her hand in both of his.<\/p>\n She was breathing in fluttery little breaths. He watched the in and out of each, imagining the full white warm breasts in his hands, the dark nipples hard like pearls rolled between his fingers.<\/p>\n \u201cLarissa, what are you feeling now?\u201d he asked. \u201cAre you afraid?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d she said and met his stare. He had eyes of such intensity she swore he found his way through her corneas, her optic nerves, between the tangles of her veins and muscles and bones directly to the marrow where she imagined him riding through red blood cells like a steamer. The thought aroused her and she wondered if she should tell him that.<\/p>\n \u201cDo you trust me?\u201d he asked. \u201cMay I come closer?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes,\u201d she breathed. Her eyes closed with the waiting. His were focused on the second button of her blouse which gripped its buttonhole in desperation, her blouse peeking open in between.<\/p>\n He sat beside her, never letting go of her hand. He let his own hands slowly settle to rest in her lap.<\/p>\n \u201cIs this all right, Larissa?\u201d<\/p>\n She felt the heat from his leg against hers, the pressure of his shoulder leaning into her, the weight of his hands in her lap. It was the heat that overtook her, the flame of him that licked up her side. She could not resist it. She wondered if this was the bright light, the breakthrough he had promised.<\/p>\n \u201cLarissa?\u201d His breath was hot on her neck.<\/p>\n \u201cYes,\u201d she said. \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" LUNA MOTH Word Count: 444 She dreamed of having wings, though that is not unusual her psychiatrist said. \u201cPeople who have an extraordinary fear, real or at least real to them, tend to dream of escape from the thing or … Continue reading
\nWord Count: 444<\/p>\n