Intimacies

Someone asked me recently why I would write about such intimate things and post them for the world to see. Well, for starters a lot of what I write is fictional; or is it? I suppose that is for you to decide. Anywho... I decided to share a few of the truer intimacies between He …

What’s in the Box?

In the depths of my mind is a box full of things; monsters and nightmares and creatures with wings. Beings with claws and murderous shrieks. Venomous fangs and blood drenched teeth. A crate filled with terror and horror and screams. But the scariest beastie inside it is... Me. Not me now, not the me that …

Lovers Past and Present

The practice of taking inventory is supposed to teach us about ourselves. I considered taking inventory of the books on my shelf and what each means to me. I thought about listing each job I've had and left and what I learned from each. But ultimately, today felt like a day to inventory something deeper. …

Validation, Affirmation, Praise…

Validation seeking. Praise kink. Affirmation therapy. Call it what you will; we all want to know we’ve done well. For me, it’s all of the above. And all for different reasons. I seek validation; it is a known flaw in my character that has been a part of me for as long as I can …

Commonality

A chance meeting, an unfamiliar place, a strangers face. You find kindred spirits in the strangest of places. Or at least I do. Or have. Or am... I digress. Conversations with a stranger leading to talks with a friend. A polite handshake turning to familiar hugs goodbye. The tip of a hat to a kiss …

Good Night. Good Girl.

"Don't stop... Please, don't stop", I beg. "Please don't stop, please don't stop." He mocks my plea, his voice pinched and forcefully high. "Please don't stop. Pathetic" he growls the last word, enunciating each syllable. My blood heats as he pushes and pulls and twists harder with every word. The sound of his mocking voice …

Indescribable

How do you describe the indescribable? Sunsets over mountaintops.An infants first laugh. A true loves first touch.A devastating heartbreak. A picture may capture the likeness of sight; but, nameless colors and textures no artist can replicate. A video may let you relive the moment but the sound will never vibrate inside you the way it …

doubt

Recently my youngest started asking questions like- 'Are you sure this is okay to do?''Are you sure this is safe?''You're sure Mommy?' Instead of leaping from the couch cushion to her blanket island floating in a sea of 'lava' she now pauses and calculates the distance; 'Are you sure I can make it that far? …

Contrast

He speaks of me like I'm something to be envied, coveted, and desired. I am flawless and exist in a state of perpetual perfection in his imagination. He knows the depth of my damage; yet never tells of my failings. He speaks to me with reverence; eternal respect, unending support. As if his eyes see …

Take it

You're toying around on your phone when he comes in from his shower. Laying on your stomach facing away from him, your naked body exposed. He greets you, and you 'hmm' in response. Silence. Then the sound of a drawer being opened. No rustling of clothes. CRACK!The sound registers in your ears before the sting …