Been a while for this one too… — The trains been interesting lately. I’m fixated on the obviously gay young guy standing across from where I’m sitting, my music throbbing in my ear as I wonder about his proclivities when we reach a stop on the line. Out of the corner of my eye the …
So I have every intention of getting a Stories (on the train) up in the next day or two, but wanted to share… Over share(?) my news. I got my piercing! No, not the VCH piercing like I had on my list. I decided that particular piercing was out after my unsuccessful attempts to get …
Work was a little on the brutal side today. 12 hours of straight madness and I’m just happy I didn’t cry. Of all the times to be reflective, I picked the middle of shift to think about myself. Where I’ve been, where I am, where I’m going. My mind kept springing back to how badly …
Both mentally and in general. I’m damn fine, ya dig. 😉 Honestly, I think I panicked this morning. Where last night was born out of curiosity, male persistence, and a large dose of sexual attraction (he had a banging body and smelled so good)… This morning was the realization that I wouldn’t have been in …
I don’t want to pretend I’m doing well. How do I say the next thing on my mind here… I haven’t talked about my fight to maintain my spiritual balance in a long time. Being connected spiritually has always been important to me, but I feel like it’s fallen to the wayside as I’ve pursued …
His hand darts between my thighs and I grip his wrist unable to decide if his touch is welcomed or not. Friend or foe? My pussy can’t very well decide… No, my pussy says friend with each wet squelch. “I barely know you.” My words are trembly even as I let my thighs splay open …
It was an obligatory kiss. Too perfect in its execution to be anything but fake, mirroring the look in his eyes as he held her in his arms. She resisted the urge to wipe her hand across her mouth when he released her. The smell of coffee still on his breath seemed to linger on …
I’m frustrated. No, more accurately I’m a dumb girl. You want to know why? Because once again I tried and I got nothing for my effort. I’m tenderhearted, sillier than I realize, and unable to say no. I need someone to make time for me. To contact me, make an effort to see me, and …
Slicing deep, I feel nothing except the most heady relief as my skin parts like too tender meat under the blade. I’m removed from myself then. Released, renewed, reinvented as my blood runs down my forearm to puddle on the table. This cut, like most things in my life, isn’t as deep as it seems. …
It’s rare that I want to rework a story especially as volatile as this piece. This story, this feeling I have of needing to explore having my choice removed, demanded a second look. This is purely unedited, crotch grabbing fiction. Part of me wonders if I secretly ask for it. Not in the length of …