Musing. It’s the last day of my challenge to write a post everyday in November. This is where my mind is… I hate my breasts. No… What I meant to say is I hate the stretch marks on my ass. The cellulite and the unsightly lumps. That’s not it either… I’m meeting a lover soon …
Month: November 2014
Everyone says the best way to draw readers is to talk about yourself. In theory, this is my blog, about me, about my writing and my progress as a writer. I mean, most people do well with finding that niche and writing to it. So what better place to talk about all the things on …
Just To hear You beg me To bend you over And take my time fucking you
Old short. — Irritation surged when boots nudged her feet apart, baring her backside to the men standing behind her. The bit cut into the corners of her mouth, a bitter reminder of her lot in life. No better than an animal, life had twisted and brought her to this place of shame. An …
Unedited. My taste for the voyeuristic is showing. – Adjusting her binoculars, Desiree watched as he stepped out on his balcony at 2:25 pm exactly. Warmth bloomed low in her gut as she thanked God for her neighbor’s habits. Their backyards abut, something she’d become increasingly grateful for since the first moment she’d happened to …
Taking into account lived experience It’s funny how perception colors everything How what’s whispered What’s shouted at me means more than My achievements, ambition, success You say I am more, but that’s definitely not how I know you judge me Decisions are made in split seconds And what you said? What you did both empowers …
Worth the reblog. Take note, my friends. A game worth playing, methinks
I couldn’t keep funny things off my mind when I saw this photo. This story is the first that popped up though — “Stunt cock!” He snapped to attention, pumping his hard on as he moved to his spot. The model had a bored look on her face that instantly changed the moment she saw him …
The sound of his hand landing against the flesh of her ass echoed through the room. The pain of it arched her back and set her to her tiptoes as it reverberated through her. She squeezed her eyes shut behind the blindfold, her nerve endings tingling as the sensation moved through her. “Fifty, sir.” Her …
Unedited sketch — I spotted him before he saw me. He’s the same, but unbelievably different. The memories that surface the moment I see his face are hard, hot, and deeply erotic. How is it possible to have such a visceral reaction to a man I haven’t seen in ten years? One kiss forever ago is …