Iris Morales

In my darkest moments, the only thing to console me was the black ink of my pen and the blank pieces of paper in which I could consult with. Today I hope to delight your senses and give you stories that you will remember. 

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Venomous Revenge
15 days ago
The sound of the chopping against the cutting board drums in my ears and breaks through the quiet ambiance of his apartment as I dice the tomatoes idly. His apartment, I linger on the thought. It shou...
She Loves Control
20 days ago
I arrived at the hotel, room 406 as she directed. This is a first, I think to myself. Admittedly I never thought a woman could demand me, let alone order me to her hotel room like I was room service. ...