Sometimes it’s good, you know? I do it to see if I’m getting better or worse. I wrote this last March and figured I’d repost. On initial drafting, I had worries about how this would be received or interpreted. Really it’s just a story. And it’s a draw on the writing. I could feel you. …
Leaning forward, I look myself over in the half mirror above the sink. Dark skinned Dark eyed Dark hair Average breasts Tall stature Natural hair All parts of me that make for a beautiful whole. I am beautiful. I AM beautiful. I am beautiful. I am BEAUTIFUL! Except… Except, I can’t help twirling my hair, or …
Getting a story started. Hang tight. “Miss, you’ll have to hold your coat until after all the luggage is stowed.” “Oh, I’m sorry. I…” Missy glanced up from digging in her purse and the words died on her tongue. Her jacket was five inches from her face, but her eyes bypassed it to the tan …
“Man, she is so far out of your league you two aren’t even in the same galaxy.” True. Fucking. Story. Brad couldn’t deny the truth of Mark’s words. This girl was out of his league; it was there in the way she carried herself as she floated across the room. She screamed high-class and dignified …
Sorry that the stories have spaced out. I’m working 12 hour nights and it takes a serious toll on me. There’s a half-finished story rotting away in my draft box. It’s been there since January, the poor thing! It has so much potential, but I haven’t had the energy to finish it and I can’t …
He leaned in for a kiss and her body clenched. Her musky scent so strong on his skin. Images of that moment, last night. His head pressed between her thighs. Everything came rushing back With the fragrance of her lust lingering like perfume on his lips.
Inspired by this post. — I’m not sure what to expect laying here on this table. The woman who led me into the room had pressed her hand to my lower back and told me to take my time removing my clothes. “Consider it a first step to releasing your self,” she said as she …
I realized that I have a few decent stories that I haven’t bothered finishing. Humbling The Proud and Whisker Burn are two. I’ve decided to devote time to completing and editing both. So, I’m hoping that reposting some of the stories will help motivate me. Another unedited section for you. — “Tessa.” Her name was …
They call me easy. Lower case ‘e’ and filled with all the implications that word implies. A derogatory term meant to shame me for the way my legs divide. I make fools of their shame because I own it. I own my easy ways. Easy in the way I lift my hips. The judgment pouring …
So why not? What if she said yes on her own terms? He trailed his fingers down her face and she felt that jolt again. That nagging voice in her mind reminded her that she shouldn’t hop back into his bed, but her body was practically panting to let him have her like only he …