Month: July 2013

My Day

It’s my birthday today! I’m 29, the last year of my 20s underway. What’s on my mind? The things I reveal on my blog. My forays into dating lately have made me question not the nature of this blog, but whether I need to tell potential beaus about it. I put my link up on …

Birthday Suit

“Put a dollar between your breasts.” His mouth never actually touches my skin, but the wash of his breath across my breasts is stimulating enough. He lingers, putting on a good show in the darkened room, his teeth grasping the dollar bill and pulling it straight from my cleavage. Hands wrap around my rib cage …

Frustrated

I peel myself out of my leggings and pull on a pair of peach-colored panties. Disappointment hovers like a sour note over me as I trek to the kitchen for a Corona. I’m not planning on drowning my sorrows in alcohol, but I’ve needed a beer since Sunday evening and this is the only way …

Much

The day didn’t have the best start (I’ve been bummed all day and I’m at work on top of that). It takes little to bring me down and too much thinking is in effect here. I’m excellent at talking myself out of something. Clothes, conversations, relationships… My ardor has cooled. Or maybe my frustrations – …