the life and musings of a kinky slut
Three and a half. I found three and a half grey pubic hairs. I am offended. I had previously seen one grey pubic hair before. Ever time it emerged, I plucked it and tried to forget its existence. Recently, I had not been trimming my pubic hair. People do random things to amuse themselves while […]
I am so grateful to not have a roommate right now. Yes, I miss human contact almost every moment of every day of this current health emergency, but both the individuals that I have lived with in my two previous years of medical school would have driven me up the fucking wall by now. As […]
~ a Daveed Diggs drabble ~ I returned home from yet another twelve hours shift, feet aching, and ended up nearly collapsing at his feet on the floor as he sat on our couch. “Rough day,” Daveed asked. “Two deliveries, plus an emergency C-section. Very. Busy.” I leaned my head against his knees, eyes closed, […]
What a difference a month makes. I’ve been (mostly) by myself in my apartment since I got back from an away rotation out-of-state at a large medical center. The only time I’ve been around people in this past week was on three specific occasions. Once, a friend brought me candy. She went for a quick […]
I saw BrainTwin in the library randomly. My Surgery rotation midterm was today. I passed it. It was ugly, but I passed it. I wanted to get some more studying in afterwards, so I headed to the library. I ended up in the middle of a crowd of happy fourth years, smiling and taking photos. […]
I ran home. I ran home as fast as I could because being in medical school hundreds of miles away is so fucking hard. And for my efforts, I was rewarded. The unexpected long weekend home coincided with an event my friends ran, and a lovely time I did have. One of my new kink […]
~ a Gent moment ~ “I’m really good at it.” “What?” “Kissing. That’s why I was asking back there why you don’t. Might have something to do with the tongue ring. Or the oral fixation. Or really both. But it’s a shame you’ll never get to experience it.” “Totally. Such a shame.” I missed this […]
~ a rant ~ I hate being so fucking capable, so dependable, so able to do it on my own. I don’t want to have to fucking do it in my own all the time. I want help. I want someone by my side to make the shit easier. Or, at the very least, feel […]
“I want to make you cum,” he whispered into my ear. In my sleepy daze, I replied, ”Then why aren’t you inside me?” His hands went to my hips, pushed my pajama pants down and into the mess of the covers. His hands, again at my hips, lifted up my sweatshirt and tank top, exposing […]
Lips is in Germany for at least three years. When I told him how much I liked our time together, he said “Thank you.” Not that he liked it too. Not an (albeit probably fake) we might see one another again. Just… Thank you. I’m done. Men are canceled. ~ Rafael Casal dropped another poem […]