I’ve decided to take a break from dating. The dissolution of… Whatever I was just dabbling in has left me feeling fragile. I was once again too much and not enough for someone. Oh the gentle letdown of “deserving someone who makes you a priority.” The sad thing is I can’t stop myself from hoping …
Living up to them Defying them Halting ones the hold me back I shed the expectations I live in this moment Enjoy the boobs.
This will come as a surprise to approximately no one, but I have image issues. Nothing brings that to the fore more readily than dating. You’d think being in my thirties would make me much more secure in what I look like, but the truth is I struggle with it. Half the time I don’t …
No poem today. Woke up with a complete inability to think clearly because I slept terribly. Why? Because I’d had the best date in a looooong (really there aren’t enough Os for how long it’s been) since I’ve had a decent date. A) he contacted me on Fet and convinced me to go out with …
He guides my hand down between my thighs and presses it to my cunt. I’m swollen and wet, the tremors from the way he just used me echo though my core. He wants me to stroke and tease my clit until I’m on the edge of coming again, but I feel used up already. My …
when the rope unravels and the stripes on my skin fade will you remember the smile you left on my face as we parted ways?
“Are you still free tonight?” “I’m sorry, but I can’t now. The baby is sick and my girl needs me to come home to help. You know I wouldn’t cancel for any other reason.” I registered it, I recognized the excuse for the valid one it was, but my heart heard… “You are not my …
Something I wrote over 2 years ago that makes me think of relationships gone wrong. I’ve read my share of stories (real and imagined) that have a toxic feel. — I watch the scratches as they appear on your face as if from a distance. How can rage, pain, and love live so comfortably inside …
A social visit to my friend’s office always draws at least one set of eyes my way. I feel his on me the moment I walk in. Tracing the straps of my tank top, admiring the curve of my ass in my leggings. Maybe I wore it specifically with him in mind because I do …
More at sea now than I’ve ever been A (spiritual?) disconnect My life raft, my pen to paper relief, has left me