Writing exercise. – I lost enough that I don’t feel too bad about killing people. The government turned me into a trained killer, and I made a career of being able to take a man down from just under two thousand meters. The military owned me and my trigger finger for fifteen years. When I …
I’ve always considered writing more than a hobby. It’s my form of communicating because often I feel like I’m not a good communicator. The other part is I can’t seem to say how I feel or what I’m feeling out loud well. When I write it out, it makes sense. For the longest time, because …
Sue considered going back to her office, but managed to screw up her courage and knock. “Enter.” Fuck, he was in a surly mood. The way he nearly bit the word in half made her even more reluctant to enter. She knew he’d be pissed if she didn’t go in so she squared her shoulders …
Dread solidified in her gut seconds before the tap at her door. It was so light, but seemed to echo in her head like a death knell. She froze, her fork halfway to her mouth. The tap came again, lighter like the sound of fingernails rapping. Placing her fork beside her plate and rising, she …
They always underestimate me. I’m a tiny woman who looks like I’m barely legal. A pretty smile, a little eye batting, and they’re hooked. They’re too busy watching my tits jiggle to see my hands in their pocket. Just last week, this big guy, gorgeous and stupid, was spouting some bullshit about his guns and …
Accents, languages, voices. An easy topic to speak on for Kink of the Week. I want to talk about my struggles with language though. I don’t have an accent. Moving states as a kid and traveling fairly widely as an adult means I have no accent. I’m from a more southern state so I have …
She entered the house and peeled off her gym shorts. I watched her from my spot on the couch, waiting just a moment. She was down to her panties, the fabric soaked with sweat and clinging to her cunt. I could make out each detail, plump and hairless vulva on display. Any other day I’d …
So I had a bit of a dip yesterday and wanted to talk through it. I couldn’t quite figure out what my problem was, but knew it was related to my writing in some form or another. We’ve already discussed my issues with jealousy and my fluctuating insecurities about my writing. Yesterday, I was battling …
So the 4th round of Smut Marathon is done and we’ve slid into round 5 for those who remain. A lot of feelings surfaced at the close of voting and I’ve debated a lot about my response to it. Here’s my entry: “So fucking sexy.” The words carry her to the bed, caressing her body …
She loved staying in hotels. Loved the fresh white sheets, the free breakfast, the maid service, and not having to clean up after herself. Being able to fuck her husband on that king size bed was always a highlight of any hotel stay. Five weeks of staying in a hotel with her three kids, two …