Not quite a story… I love the way the air swirls just before a train pulls into the station. It’s almost magical like fairies dancing around my face, tickling my skin, trying to lift me from the dark to something much lighter. The sound, that thundering sound of metal clacking against metal melds to make …
Just a quick sketch of thoughts fresh in my brain from tonight’s ride home Thin fingers, short nails rounded at the ends, skin that appears chaffed red by cold in some spots and an even apricot in others. I’m fascinated by his hand as it dangles unprotected in front of me. Curious as to whether …
I’m not saying I’m abandoning NaNo yet, but my inspiration is still absent. I managed about 4,000 words on Saturday, but haven’t felt the same drive to write since then. Really I think I’m expecting too much of myself (in a lot of areas of my life). I decided to share the first page from the story …
November means NaNoWriMo or National Novel Writing Month is underway. I’ve been low on creativity. It’s almost like being impotent this wanting to “get it up” but not being able to find the desire to write. So, my usual excitement surrounding NaNo is absent and it’s unsettling. My story feels forced and boring. I’m behind …
I seem to find things to stress about even on vacation (which I’m currently on). Not quite ready to talk about the things bothering me yet, but I will say I’m battling the fact that I trust people too easily and I’m worried it’s about to bite me in the ass if it hasn’t already. …
I ache and you know it. As you squeeze, knead, palm the full mounds of my ass, I press my face into the mattress and wait. I want you. Please, I want you so much. You groan. Your love of my overabundant assets is obvious from the weighty erection you sport, but I can’t see …
To want me requires keen sense. Gazing at me and seeing brown skin, breasts to fill your palms, the curve of hip and thighs, and my ass plentiful. I give of tremendous heat, engulfed by my need But to have me takes a stout heart and a quick hand — “I’m not playing hard to …
There’s a weird sort of detached intimacy on the train. Few instances require such long periods of closeness with complete strangers. Eyes pretending to stare into space as you absorb the body heat of the person next to you. A thigh pressed to yours, a back against yours, a crotch at eye level inspiring lewd …
As usual, mind is moving fast and I need to write. I met up with H.H and Lola for dinner tonight. They are lovely by the way. I’ve met a few fellow bloggers in the last 3.5 months and I’m glad for every experience. I tell everyone I meet that I’m terribly awkward and it’s …
I had a thought yesterday. Exhaustion had me in its grip after a long 12 and was squeezing me tight. I was thinking about how I needed to tend to the new piercing and maybe I should get a matching one for the other side Soon. Fleeting thoughts about how I haven’t had a spanking …