Jane craned her neck backwards, trying to get a good look at her phone screen as she took a picture of her decorated derriere. She had been instructed to keep the plug in all day. Wearing nothing else underneath her animated scrubs save for the transparent glass plug with a pretty painted rose on the … Continue reading Underneath.
Work has me running like a chicken with my head cut off. Flailing around, blood spurting out of my severed jugular, head rolling in the opposite direction. Yeah. Springtime madness in the vet world. Yippee ki yay. As I’m sitting here gathering overtime on my shortened lunch break, all I can think about is how … Continue reading Fucked Silly.
Is it? My heart is still beating in my chest. My lungs still expand and contract involuntarily. My brain is still firing impulses across my thousands upon thousands of neurons. My eyes still see. Information is still gathered from what my retinas obtain. How can it be? How can I be a living corpse. How … Continue reading Is This Living?
I ordered a new toy a while ago. Suction. Pulse waves. Vibration. It’s heaven with ten different functions. I had a free pass the day I got it. As many orgasms as I could crank out for a single day. I was ecstatic. And yet, the whole time I was thinking how much better it … Continue reading So I got a new toy…
Hands bound by the chains of my haunting nightmares. Blindfolded by the shades of misery. I don't need to see to know what lurks beneath. It's the churning sea. The churning sea of torment, with its rolling waves of anguish. Waves that I can hear crash alongside the unsteady, creaking, unstable boat. The boat that … Continue reading Walking The Plank.
I was driving home in my Kia Sorento. My bag of takeout sitting empty on the passenger seat. The taste of 1$ tacos washed out of my mouth with a sip of ice cold Pepsi. This week is a short one — four days thanks to the long weekend. Tuesday was a Monday, and it felt like … Continue reading Today I side with the flat earthers.
Brain whirling. Mind spinning. Sleep is evasive. Just out of the reach. It seems as though the Sandman is playing a game of cat and mouse. Thoughts cascade over and atop the other. An infinite heap of hypotheticals – of ‘what ifs’. It’s tortuously unending. The imaginary scenarios gathering from the tangled depths to join … Continue reading 12 O’Clock Thoughts.
Meak. Feeble. Tame. Some might even dare to say weak. But my submission -my willingness to submit- is anything but. It is a living, breathing thing. A roaring serpent that lurks just under my skin. That swims in my veins, inhabits the essence of my being. This serpent of mine is wild. It is fierce. Rearing … Continue reading My Submission.
A feral growl ripped from Christians throat. His lips curled into a wicked snarl. His lips cruelly twisting as he forced her legs apart. Making sure his grip remained unyielding at her throat, he released her other hand and slid his own down her body. Roughly grabbing at her gently sloped breasts. The shirt. He … Continue reading Head Start (3…FINALLY)
Christian started off at a sprint. Much faster than the pace Jane had set. He had watched her ponytail swishing with each bounding step she took. Each one carrying her farther and farther away. He watched the spot where she had disappeared into the thicket. Watching as the forest seemed to swallow her tiny frame … Continue reading Head Start. (2)
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