“May I have a cup of coffee?” He was awful calm for a man covered in blood. The smile he gave was all teeth, chilling me. “Grab him a cup, a small one.” My partner rose from his chair and exited without a word. The click of the door echoed in the silent room. I …
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This week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt is writing. I thought about a host of things I could cover here. Lots to trudge through. I’ve been writing for a long time. I’ve written about how long I’ve been writing. Things have evolved for me. From journals to blogging to sex blogging. All of it is a way …
Go here and start from the bottom to read all of the Playing God series. We’ve reached the end… for now. – They gave me a week before I had to come in and speak to the chief. By that point, I was able to eat more solid foods without wanting to rip my own …
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I’m shit at sharing our shit, but I’m determined to put up some of the posts I’ve enjoyed over the month. Here’s your September posts in review. – Aurora Glory shared this very vulnerable and honest post. Share Your Pain & it Will Go Away Having recently gotten my IUD replaced, something I keep meaning …
Follow up A month had passed. A month of me looking over my fucking shoulder, waiting for him to come to me again. Secretly longing for it and waking in the middle of the night gasping with that need. It had been quiet in homicide. The usual cases came through, distracting me from the thoughts …
Voyeuristic stuff, potential non-consent, and old friends. “Fuck, dude! We’re getting killed.” Ripping the headset off, Pat pushed up from the chair. Tim kept playing, shouting into the mic at their buddies. “What the fuck, Pat. What are you doing?” “I’m going to go take a piss and cool off. Play on without me.” He …
This went long… one and two. Spitballing this story Pierre stopped her before she could voice a complaint. His hand slid over her mouth as he hiked up her skirt. “Be quiet, Cattleya.” She bite back her gasp as his fingers spread her labia. “Very quiet.” She pressed her palms to the closed door, her …
She wore the dress he liked, low in the front and the back. Her thigh peeked out of the long slit when she took a step. He couldn’t help the way his eyes slid down the line of her body. He never could help himself and time hadn’t changed that at all. He stood to …
Playing catch up. JH was hunched over his journal, scribbling quickly as Annika served his afternoon tea. He ignored her as she sat a cup on a saucer and poured the oolong and added a cube of sugar. She added a scone and topped it with clotted cream before exiting his office as quietly as …