There’s something about it. There’s something about being thrown across the room as though you weigh as much as a bird with their pneumatic bones — nothing at all. There’s something to be said about how quickly it sends one into their subspace. It’s instantaneous. Immediate. The way my body bounces on the bed. Or the way … Continue reading Manhandling.
Insignificant. Small. Unimportant. The adjectives are crushing. Their weight is suffocating. And there’s no end in sight. The only thing in my vision is this cliff. A cliff too steep to climb. A cliff whose peak is unattainable. A cliff whose surface is too rocky. A cliff too unstable for footholds. It crumbles beneath me … Continue reading The Impossible Climb.
Jane had been antsy all day. She was b-o-r-e-d bored. She had tried to rid herself of some energy by taking the dogs for an excessively long walk but it did little to help. And now that they were midway through their Netflix original…she was restless once again. Well. Restless and horny. She’d always been … Continue reading His Little Masochist. (1)
My senses have been deprived for far too long. My appetite is ravenous for the one my my soul is bonded with. Sometimes I wonder if He feels the same. Sometimes I wonder if His fire for me burns as intently as mine does for Him. My wick never falters. Never dies. Never wanes. It … Continue reading Burning Bright.
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?
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)
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