I've been hiding from this space. I left, like I have before, years stretching between my keystroked thoughts. I'm not sure even now how to expose myself, riddled with constraint and controversy.

This clicking out my soul now screams to be hidden. It's a battle of bravery.

Yes...  Phone able again!

Like, he washed these glasses for me. Insisted, actually. I'd been perfectly content catching them later but... he seemed genuinely committed to the cleansing of the three particular cups ( Read more... )

I've tasted the River of Red. It's loaded with iron and carbon. It's musky and dank and sits on my tongue like a thousand souls in purgatory ( Read more... )

This is going to be a loooooong morning. I can tell already. I want to write something that will interest me but I am too tired to think. Hum. Wait. Maybe I should tell you why I am tired.... now THAT will interest me!

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There are the nubs forming on my back. They hurt a bit when I move my deltoids, I want to rip out the muscles that itch so but I cannot reach. Soon they will be ready and the long shafts will split open and silky feathers will adorn my wings. I will stretch and practice a beat or two until I am sure of my strength and then I will take flight ( Read more... )

( ...figments* )

I miss a plethora of sensations when I leave a man. I miss little looks and hidden moments. I miss replays of kisses and muted sounds. I miss more than I can list but the ONE thing I always seem to crave like the junky for their crack pipe is……….giving head ( Read more... )

Yelling. There is always the yelling. I know it isn’t Nikki most of the time because her voice isn’t quite as low and rapid in its inflections. It is mostly Ninette ( Read more... )

Look at me. Do you see me or do you see you ( Read more... )