the life and musings of a kinky slut
~ a story ~ As he walked down the street, no one took notice of his form. He glided over the concrete, barely making a sound with each footfall. He wore a suit, though it was wrinkled seemingly from his day. His hair was mussed, almost as if he were in a fight, but not as […]
~ a poem ~You feel like a drug. The rush at just the smell of you. The high when your hands are on my body, when your lips touch mineand we kiss. God, when you’re inside me. It’s almost… almost too much. I feel like an addict, always craving the high of you,the high of […]
~ an imagined romance ~ “That sound you hear, that awkward long silence punctuated by my now explanation of it. Well… that’s me biting my lip and my cheeks hurting from how hard I’m smiling. That’s me being over-the-moon thrilled by your call, so more than happy to hear your voice. That’s me not saying […]
I have not been on OKCupid for long, but in my brief stint I have grown disheartened, disillusioned, and dis, I mean pissed, off in general by the crop of folk migrating my way. It seems so simple, and yet it also seems to be the hardest thing in the world: a person who I […]
~ a half imagined nightmare ~ We sat on the floor of his bedroom, down in the basement, as cluttered and full as ever. Two bare bulbs hung from the uncovered wood floor beams. His television displayed an old black and white movie, something scary. His bed was tousled. His clothes were everywhere. Why did […]
I wanted to do it myself. Looking around, it was obvious that most attending this class came with their partner. This was not surprising; the ultimate goal inherently could be a very bonding activity between two people. But I came for me, to explore something I had recently found as fascinating, alluring, something I wanted. […]
NumbersAs some of you may have noticed, my last few blogs have referenced the number for which they are quasi-titled. I say quasi because the numbers were just place holders. With NaNoWriMo being quite difficult, I was not able to both write fifty-thousand words and still produce thirty blogs by the end of the month. […]
The Knight (part two)~ a fairy tale ~ “What was up with you tonight? You don’t normally get this bad.”“I was just trying to have some fun.” I could still hear how wrong my words sounded. I hoped Manny wouldn’t think less of me from my display this evening. His block really was close. In […]
Issa~ an imagined memory ~ Whenever I daydream, and I do a lot, I think back on my last summer with my grandparents. I was thirteen, about to start high school, ready for my life to begin. Summer days at their home was idealic. Lemonade always cool and waiting on the table on the back porch. […]
Dear Z~ an imagined moment ~Dear Z, It’s been nine months since I last saw you. Ten months since we broke up. Twelve minutes since I last thought about you. Twenty-seven days since I last said your name. And though I keep telling myself I’m done. Though I keep believing that this time will be […]