"Why Be Afraid? The witches are all hung. Christianity and candles have been invented"

by Rachel Lynch in

You should not feel your sexuality has to be inhibited. I thought I was prudent, but I inadvertently cause a lot of trouble. Hunting in a bodysuit and riding boots then a glass of milk on the hardwood floor. The evening is so decadent and smooth, I don't think the sun stays around much anymore.

Friday was full of boots and metal spurs, guns and feathers. White candles and white horses. The light blue dress thrown on the creaking floor, a gentle touch on the center of the back. A ending November eve. The sweet smell of hunter green pine. Playing with a chocolate brown hunting dog twice my size in a green bodysuit. I want to go on a trip to Oregon again.