The squeak of the front door pulled her up short. A hint of anxiety hit her. She tamps it down and goes back to straightening the parlor, planning dinner in her mind, praying whomever was home had no need of her. The children were at school, the missus at her all day social, Mr Fletcher out-of-town… …
Month: January 2016
A story hovers on the edges of my mind. It’s I’m unsure I’ll do justice so I’ll let it continue to brew. In the meantime… Send motivation!
I have moments where I think about stopping. Work, writing, blogging. Stopping it all and taking an extended break. Why do people come to this space? What’s the purpose of this blog anymore? Am I an effective communicator? Am I finding fulfillment or anxiety at work? Is writing the emotional outlet it used to be …
Like an ache Just under my skin Deep enough to notice Nearly enough to hurt Every thought reminds me That nice doesn’t always feel good And some things leave a mark
From here Victoria was almost there. She could feel the approach of her climax in her belly with every thrust of Patrece’s fingers. “I watched you dance from the balcony.” He hooked his fingers inside and she groaned at the sensation. “I watched the way you moved across the floor, so regal. It was easy …
Light illuminates Reveals Brightens a day
I’ll try to keep a promise to complete this Good breeding and years of practice helped Victoria keep the thoughts from showing on her face. As it was, she fluctuated between the desire to bare her teeth and the need to roll her eyes. The scraping and bowing of the sychophants attempting to catch her hand was …
A siren in silhouette Waiting in perfect position For the touch of your fingertips along eager skin To be set into motion Made to move, moan at your command If only you come and wake the doll
I’ve been feeling weird about sharing my body lately. After the last failed attempt at a relationship, I’ve felt vulnerable and uncomfortable. I hadn’t felt the urge to share other than a few old photos lately. The desire struck me suddenly today. The need to offer a peek. It’s odd how it crops up and …
I’m made for a refined palate The first sip may not be enough to decide But once you’ve had me I linger on your tongue And you always long for another taste