He Understands, My Latvia DoesI heard a saying once, that the best gifts come in small packaging, or something along those lines. I never gave it much thought; I was always so certain that bigger was automatically better. Bigger meant wider, longer, fuller, thicker, anything along those lines, and anything along those lines was better for whichever country was obtaining it; Wider and longer space for land, fuller populations and trade, thicker income, all for the betterment of a nation.He Understands, My Latvia Does4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yes, in my eyes, bigger ways always better. However, that was before I'd obtained my little Latvia.
His body is small, both short and thin, and though he's often the color of the snow I despise so much, somehow he makes it beautiful. Alluring. And of course, he isn't white all over. His lips and his nipples are pink, especially after I've gotten my mouth on them. He tastes just as sweet as he looks, like a mix of pure sugar and powder.
People often reprimand me for how I feel for my Latvia. Lithuania and Estonia especially; they alw
I Look At Your Body And...Sometimes I look at your body and it makes me want to kiss you.I Look At Your Body And...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You look like an angel, a true and pure angel. Every color about you is soft, comforting almost, like your hair; blonde in a shade that could've been lightened by the sun, where a halo wouldn't look out of place, or your eyes; blue in a shimmering way that reminds me of rare jewels and even the sky itself. Your skin could blend into the clouds, if they were lit only slightly with sunshine, is that strange mix of pale and peach you exhibit. I wouldn't be surprised if one day I found you with translucent white wings sprouting out of your back. I wouldn't be surprised, but I would be terrified. With wings like that you could lift right out of my arms and fly away, leaving me alone. You know then I'd have to do something about them, clip them maybe, or even cut them off altogether.
Sometimes I look at your body and it makes me want to cry.
You're riddled with spots and bruises and cuts half the time I look at you, and every on