Inevia

Bare by the River A soft-burn friends-to-lovers sapphic tale along the water Warm rays of sunshine peeking through the trees, playfully dancing on my skin. Gentle gusts of wind blowing my hair back while we march on. As I finally feel my body cooling down for a second, a single droplet of sweat starts racing down my neck, sending shivers down my spine, goosebumps all over. Putting one foot in front of the other, I look up ahead, trying to block the sun with my hand, searching for the hiking maniac that is Olivia. As my vision slowly adjusts, there she is, halfway up the rope, on the side of a 4 meter tall rock. A long-drawn sigh leaves my mouth as I get closer and closer to the wall, feeling it tower over me. I guess this is what happens when your roommate says they know a spot and you blindly agree to hiking at 6 A.M. the very next morning. Eyes locked in place, lost in thought, only for Olivia’s voice to snap me out of it, “Need a hand?”, she asks snarkily, with a cheeky

Quiet, inertia, despair. An eerie sensation slowly spreading through my entire body, as if my skin is screaming from within, trying to free my soul from this accursed vessel. The passing days are swiftly merging into one big flaming ball of chaos and torment as I am kept from him. An empty thought, and idle stare. The dread of feeling lost, dazed, delirious, stuck in a haze, longing for just one touch, dying to be safe, in his arms again. I remember… I remember his velvet touch, as if the softest of all cradles. The way his perfect fingers combed through my hair, slowly, in a weirdly seductive, arousing manner. I can once again feel my skin crawling for this magical stroke, longing for the feeling of euphoria that was once a given, the tingling waves of pleasure soaring throughout my body. I cannot wait for him to come again and grab me tight, give me his all, make me whole again. Distant are the memories of his loving embrace, his nurturing words, the way he would fill me with hope

Skin still steaming hot, water from my hair dripping, rushing down my bare body. I run my hand against the blurred bathroom mirror, revealing my face. Smiling, I pick up the towel and start drying my hair. I can’t wait for Rick to get home. For some reason, I feel this longing sensation, this lust, like my body is calling for his. An eerie kind of warmth filling my soul, becoming stronger and stronger as time goes by. Eyes closed, I sit in front of the mirror, my fingers being dragged along my smooth skin, almost at their own will. Electrified, jolting upwards, my eyes open wide, goose bumps all over my body. I pick up my beauty products and move to the living room, waiting for Rick to come through the door. I dim the lights and light some sticks and candles. As I feel the aromas fill the room, my body gets hotter and hotter, turning hungrier and hungrier for Rick’s magic touch. With every touch of the cool body cream on my tight skin, my head tilts slightly backwards, a swift breath

Vision blurry, eyes almost shut. Why did I agree to this? I am usually still in bed by now. Gasping for air, I grab tight on the treadmill’s bar, barely able to keep up with the ridiculous pace Tania set for me. I still remember the first time I met her. Those were the times. High school. No stress, no responsibilities. Five years have passed and, as most high school best friends go, we both went our separate ways. Tania, a successful lawyer, a motivational speaker and Olympian, a true inspiration for anyone in their early twenties. Then there is me, a lazy unemployed engineer, staying home all day, eating chips and binge watching series after series, until I pass out on the couch. Lost in my thoughts, my gaze wanders, landing on Tania. Such finesse, such beauty, an unfamiliar aura of confidence and determination oozing as she goes. My eyes lock on her perfect body. Smooth glistening skin, toned muscles, a firm rounded bottom forming under her tight yoga pants, breasts the size of