Friday Feelings

Traveling to Boston right now and need something to keep my mind busy. A poem to all my lurkers. I see you Watching me Reading words that Arouse, stimulate, titillate you My special voyeur Peeking in Breathing me in And out, in and out I open up for Undress for Am vulnerable for Your eyes …

Just A Little

Part 1 — After telling myself repeatedly that I wasn’t going, 6:00 saw me standing in the bathroom pulling on the sluttiest dress I owned. Something black and clinging, too short and too low to be classified as anything other than a “fuck me” dress. I waited until 6:30 before I left. Partly I’m a bitch, …

Close

Andy provides awesome prompts every week. Jump on board here! I welcome concrit on this. Prompt: razor thin Word count: 200 — The razor glided through the frothy foam, laying waste to the stubble that dotted his chin. A couple of quick swipes and his face was baby smooth. Clearing off the steam fogged mirror, …

Up Late

“Let me push your limits just a little.” Push my limits? Something about the way he says it, the way he looks at me, makes me throb and ache and burn. He looks so hungry, but it’s more. His eyes darken and his lips tilt up in a half-smile that rearranges my insides. It’s a …

Projecting

I’m hella insecure. What a way to start a post! I am though, insecure that is. A fact an awesome fellow blogger pointed out to me. It tends to touch everything I do, turning my love for things into hate. It’s what makes me put disclaimers on my stories. It’s what makes me a mean …

Tipping

A duel purpose post. The Sunday Whirl providing the words and Five Sentence Fiction the prompt. Prompt: Edge — I’m on it. Teetering, tottering A sigh away from tumbling off it Over the threshold into oblivion It’ll welcome me in A release of control I am bold in this fall Superseding my might, my mind …

Just A Little

Something I’m working on, or one of many things more accurately. More intense language than I’d ever use in real life, but felt right with the character. Just playing around with more first person POV because it’s good writing practice. — The pain reverberated along my spine, drawing hot tears from my eyes. It surprised …

Morning To Night

Wrote a series of (almost) haikus yesterday because it was that kind of day. In my self-important way, I figured I’d share them. You’re welcome. :)~ — Good Morning Open eyes I am brimming A ray of sunshine * Paperwork — Sheaf of words piles high Miles of work, oh my * Body of work …