writing

Servant

The squeak of the front door pulled her up short. A hint of anxiety hit her. She tamps it down and goes back to straightening the parlor, planning dinner in her mind, praying whomever was home had no need of her. The children were at school, the missus at her all day social, Mr Fletcher out-of-town… …

Pause

I have moments where I think about stopping. Work, writing, blogging. Stopping it all and taking an extended break.  Why do people come to this space? What’s the purpose of this blog anymore?  Am I an effective communicator?  Am I finding fulfillment or anxiety at work? Is writing the emotional outlet it used to be …

Princess

From here Victoria was almost there. She could feel the approach of her climax in her belly with every thrust of Patrece’s fingers. “I watched you dance from the balcony.” He hooked his fingers inside and she groaned at the sensation. “I watched the way you moved across the floor, so regal. It was easy …