Cara Thereon

I am a writer who wants nothing more than to express myself through my words. I'm old enough to write what I like and live where the weather suits me best.

Unknowning

She turned her head for a kiss and his hips froze mid thrust. Just having her eyes on him sent a shudder of revulsion down his spine that galvanized him. Holding her hip in a grip he knew would leave bruises, he snagged her hair with his other hand, pulling back until her back bowed. …

Red streaks

When I’m awake this late My mind going for reasons unstated I become excited by dawn Eager for the brushing streaks My face turning to the window My eyes searching for the sun’s blush Taking snapshots of the sky mentally Holding the first breath of perfection Making it mine for just one moment Praying I …

Last Year

Going through my archives and found something from August of last year. Stories I Create On The Train. Raise your hand if you remember this… A sharp turn forces him to widen his stance. Fitted khaki colored pants encase long legs and an ass I want desperately to sink my teeth into. He’s who I …

Smoke and mirrors

Thirty feels no different than twenty-nine. Well, it doesn’t if I don’t think about the fact that my next major decade is forty… Never mind that potential mental breakdown, I’m back from vacation. Sadly that means back to work soon. I keep thinking about how I don’t feel real sometimes. Take this perfectly staged photo …

I wasn’t

I almost titled this “I wish I wasn’t”. Because I care too much about how people feel about me, I don’t handle people turning away from me well. Opinions and silence matter equally to me, and inconsistency is confusing. I wish I wasn’t so sensitive Unbelievably fragile when I don’t believe I am Speak with …