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 […]
~ 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 […]
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 […]
The Knight~ a fairy tale ~ “Why are you wearing a Santa Hat?”“Because I’m a ho ho ho.” I was drunk. Stupid drunk. I believe the term is wasted. I’d gone to the bar that night in search of something. I didn’t know what. I had a few drinks, a few beers, and no food. […]
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 […]
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. […]
Marked ~ a story ~ Birthdays are always fun at the house. Everyone gathers. We drink. We eat. We laugh. But, most importantly, we all enjoy the show. We have a little tradition amongst our friends, a rite of passage for each new year of life. One year, one person, one hit. The funny ones […]
~ a moment of terror ~ There is something about that first feeling as it passes over your lips. Something about that first drop on your tongue. That first taste. The fullness of the liquid. The salted sting of it as it flows from someone else and into you. It is a powerful notion, a […]