I’m reminded of how fragile things are. How something sudden can upend the life as we know it. The insanity that’s been plastered plastered all over the news reminds us of how bat shit crazy the world is at times. Crazies are always trying to take over the world and destroy it in the process. …
It’s been a long day. I started work back up so it was a lot of paperwork and getting oriented. Imma be honest, I’m tired and this post almost didn’t happen. It felt like I had to and I didn’t wanna. *cue tantrum on the floor* Some shit is just a slog to get through. …
I was a bit stuck for what to write on today because my mind is on starting back up at work tomorrow. Mrs. Fever suggested nonfiction, which should’ve been easy, but I’m is still in active avoidance when it comes to writing. But after a bit of coaching mind did gravitate toward relationships. Or my …
I’ve thought about how I want to write. Sadly, the thought that immediately follows is “it’s going to happen”. So instead of fretting and fixating on how it may or may not happen, I decided to use today’s post for something simple; a house for possible story ideas for the month. I mentioned that gangbang …
“Open the blank blog page.” I feel like the first step is always something simple, but fucking hell it seems so hard. I’ve literally been putting off doing this one thing all day. I’ve been working with my therapist about why I’m having trouble with my writing again. To be fair, I cycle through having …
I’d been waffling about participating in January Jumpstart. Honestly, I’m still not sure it’ll happen, but here I am on January 1, 2021 making an effort. I need to make an effort so this doesn’t die. No posts last month, didn’t manage to do a year in review (spoiler: 2020 was shitty), and I’m avoiding …
“Let’s go, new girl.” Lisa already hated that he called her that, but she couldn’t complain. The man had taken her in, of sorts. The club was packed with bodies as she followed him deeper into the darkness. While she wasn’t connected to him, it felt like a chain around her neck linking them. His …
An element of pseudo-incest (Step-father/daughter). I started another story a long while ago with a similar theme I may have to dig back up. I’m rusty so please forgive my errors (I know I switched tenses). “Tiny, I’m home.” I hang my coat up and set my shoes by the door. There’s a delicious smell …
Does contain non-consent. Part one. Hot damn, I finished a thing! The fire transformed the room. Backlit so the glow just touched the edges of his body, Vidar stood like a dream above him. Or perhaps it was a nightmare, as more realizations of Pietre’s fate began to dawn with the rustling of fabric. Pietre …
His sounds were music to her ears. A breath as she wrapped her hand around him, barely audible but her cunt clenched when she heard it. “Don’t be shy.” Her thumb swiped at the weeping head. “It’s just us here.” Don’t you know what I plan to do to you? She wanted to whisper in …