Kristina B.M.A short story — To see him againI open my eyes and he is there, standing over me. He holds out his hand and I accept it without any hesitation.Oct 24, 2017Oct 24, 2017
Kristina B.M.YoursYou pull my hair and force my back against your naked chest. I bite back a moan, not wanting to satisfy you just yet.Oct 24, 2017Oct 24, 2017
Kristina B.M.inThe thing about writing15 things you need to know…if you writeWriting is freaking hard.Oct 23, 20171Oct 23, 20171
Kristina B.M.inKristina B.M. —. My PoetryPoem — To StayThe day he left me wasn’t the worst.Oct 23, 2017Oct 23, 2017