Unedited shortie – “This… I don’t think I can even go out of the house in this.” It was black, tight, and far too short. Her breasts were barely contained and the hem just brushed mid thigh. She couldn’t really move and going anywhere other than the bedroom was out of the question. She glanced …
The stories that live in my brain are hidden it seems. One should come out to play this week. As always enjoy this in the interim. Panty-less Monday it is!
I’ve been unsettled lately. Disconnected and struggling with feeling competent in my everyday life. It honestly feels like I’m coming undone and I hate that feeling. Work has been sucking the life out of me, but I can’t blame everything on work. My thoughts have been circling around self-care and what that means in my …
It’s been tough getting myself to sit down let alone find the words necessary to write. I’m not sure where my desire has wandered off to, but I want it back. Here’s something to maybe wake my muse. – Malta tried to melt into the terra-cotta wall, praying the two girls on either side of …
Lynn descended another level into the depths of the building, unsure what she’d find. A woman stood proud in the center of the bare room. People with their faces turned to the ground poured around her, exiting as quickly as they could down to the next floor. She stood to the side, out of sight …
Funny times we live in, huh? You wonder if it’s a precursor to something or the beginning of a change (good or bad) that’s been long in coming. I’m struggling a bit with my weight, writing, starting a new job. I’m unsure if I like where I am or if I need to start something …
Life is being life right now. As it tends to be often. I’ve not had an easy go trying to find writing time so hopefully that changes over the next week. Until then…
Fire-crackers in the east my car parked south Your hands on my cheeks your shoulder in my mouth I was up against the wall on the west mezzanine We rattle this town, we rattle this scene Anna Sun – Walk The Moon – One hand wrapped in her hair, the other at her throat. She was …
I may revisit this. There’s more here and I want to give it depth. – He woke to a raging headache. One eye popped open and then promptly closed when the light threatened to singe his retina and evaporate his brain. Hot as sin and on the verge of vomiting, he kicked of the covers …
Festive, merry, and bright. No lumps of coal here. Merry Christmas Ps: the same stocking I’ve had for years. I had to take a photo with it.