While the calendar says it’s a new year, life is quick to remind you things haven’t changed. There’s a freshness and room for possibilities when we enter a near year. To say I feel hopeful is an understatement. It’s hard to start writing when you’ve not been writing though. This is like stretching or working …
This was my rejected attempt for one of the entries for Smut Marathon. I scraped it so it sat in drafts. Decided to finish it today. – He’d taken to standing outside just before dusk. The beginning gray strands of night bled across the sky, slowly dimming the day. Stars would wink in on the …
“Forgive me, Father…” He knelt on the hard ground, the rough stone digging into his knees. Staring up at the crucified Jesus. “I have sinned.” Crossing himself, he shifted so he created more room beneath his robe. He tried to tamp down the thoughts that bubbled up. The peek of breast he’d seen as a …
Draft from 2014(!!). As part of the short stories I was writing inspired by the show titles of the Hannibal TV series. – His fingers slid under her skirt to press against her pink panties. Their table was empty, everyone else spilled onto the dance floor. When he leaned in, his mouth close to her …
“What do you got on our angel?” He’d taken to calling her that out loud. To himself she was his angel. Eight days in and she was haunting his dreams as he expected. She’d become less a dead puppet on a string and more of an ethereal being, an avenging angel demanding blood. His partner …
The sound of wood scraping across tiles greeted him as he stepped through the front door. The closer he got to the kitchen, the louder it grew. Something made him hover just out of sight of the open doorway, anxious as a moan filtered through the air to him. He couldn’t look and see her …
This is one of many posts I’ve thought about for years, but have never written. I’ve talked about it a little, but never put into writing the wonders/fears/weird thoughts. I’ve always thought I’d have kids by now. Dreams about a sweet child waiting to be born from my belly were staples of my teens and …
No one should have to bury a child. The words haunt as he sat across from her mother. Can you watch a person age? He has, he did as he recounted what happened to this woman’s daughter. Torture was written in the creases that lined her face more and more as they talked. “Someone gunned …
She’d climbed on the bed on all fours like he’d asked and waited. Naked, the ambient air raising goosebumps on her skin, she waited in perfect position. Patient. He was nearby she sensed, but he stayed out of her direct sight and she didn’t want to break position to look for him. Why leave her …
She woke with marks on her body again. Painful marks that ached. Groaning, she rose from the bed, her hand going first to her cunt and then her breast. She traced the scratches that ran down to her areola. The scratches on her inner thighs had barely healed and now there were new ones. The …