writing

Exhale

Sketch His hand at the back of her neck. Eases her, forces her with gentle pressure to her knees. “Open.” Her thighs and her mouth. “Close.” Her eyes as the blindfold obscures her vision. That hand drops back to the nape of her neck, communicating so much with a gentle squeeze. She holds, waiting just …

Quickie

A rough sketch before I hop in the shower. Sorry so quiet here! — He had the thinnest upper lip. So thin he smiled closed mouth because he thought a full smile made him look sinister. I just thought he looked serious. It wasn’t his mouth I noticed first though. No, that came later when …

2014 in review

Life has been busy lately with a lot of traveling. Thanks to those who stopped in regularly to see me here. Maybe 2015 will be a creative, prolific year for everyone. The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog. Here’s an excerpt: The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House …

Good Stock

Old short.   — Irritation surged when boots nudged her feet apart, baring her backside to the men standing behind her. The bit cut into the corners of her mouth, a bitter reminder of her lot in life. No better than an animal, life had twisted and brought her to this place of shame. An …