She rocks back, crying out as the cane lands again. “Higher.” Pulling her knees under her, she lifts her hips higher before lowering her cheek to the comforter. She braces for the next fiery strike. “Spread your legs.” He wants to see, wants to inhale her. The hitch in his breathing tells her how much …
My fantasies twist and turn, but always rise up the same way. The things I ignore, but deep down I want so badly. It reoccurs, in my dreams and the things I read and the things I crave at night. It’s always the same. Face buried on the pillow, the scent of the hair product …
His hands sifted through her hair. Just touching the strands sent the scent of berries into the air around them. The way her eyes seemed to glow in the low light made him tighten his grip in her hair. When she leaned over him, he spread his legs wider, giving her room to do what …
A view from on high. Glancing down from above
A sketch for writing practice. – The crackle of the cigarette as he took a drag drifted to her ears. Her eyes moved to his face because she couldn’t help watching. He sucked, his cheeks hollowing, and then exhaled the white smoke into the air. It was a seductive sound, sexy in the way it …
It never abates. Their stories whirl through my head like cards in a rolodex. Snippets of their thoughts, images of their exploits, enter my mind. Usually I only hear the first bit and then ignore the rest. Sometimes I wasn’t so lucky An older man is bicycling along the highway. He bikes to keep himself …
Can be read as a stand alone, but if you’d like to read in up to this point… Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4. – “W-wait.” Bella’s voice trembled, but not from fear, not of him at least. The feel of him pressed against her was so good. It awakened something in her …
The town overflows with the promise of a party. The way his fingers tickle up my leg as we weave through the crowd sends my joy higher. I want to dance with him under the red lanterns and stringed lights, swaying to the band I hear playing in the distance. His hand finds mine as …
This started as a story about The Crane Wife, but it got too long so I cut it. It was meant to be for the poll I did on twitter on a story about an obscure fairytale. Perhaps I’ll come back to this and do the rest of the tale. – Out in the woods, …