
Write for Me
I’ve never been one for plotting outlines or charting character arcs. I’m a writer, not a planner, which, ironically, is my poetry and my pain-point.
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I’ve never been one for plotting outlines or charting character arcs. I’m a writer, not a planner, which, ironically, is my poetry and my pain-point.
Read MoreI think the most rebellious thing a woman like me can do in this society is acquire knowledge.
Read MoreMy friend got this cool new toy and sent me a video of him using it. It’s kind of like a fleshlight, but with more… body to it.
Read MoreSitting at my desk toying with my earring, I had a thought that made me bite my lip and squeeze my legs together. It genuinely aroused me —the thought of only writing. It frightened me also.
Read MoreI didn’t cum this morning. The hustle has disrupted my routine, the hustle I do for someone else’s dream.
Read MoreThere’s this married man I’ve long been attracted to & now it seems he’s crushing on me too. It’s been brewing for a while. He’s been complimentary since last year when I put in curly hair… before I lost the weight. It’s important to me that he’s attracted to me at both sizes. I have no time for people who only like me skinny or only like me softer. Fuck all of you and accept me as I am.
Read MoreThere is work to be done.
That’s the motto, the mantra, the resolution. This year, I know I’ll swing from states of manic euphoria to deep dreamlike depression.
Read MoreI like that feeling in my belly, when I really want to dance. Like walking on the sidewalk and a good tune comes on or when I’m in the gym and I just can’t help bobbing and moving, gyrating, not even walking but holding back my moves as I walk-dance across the floor.
Read MoreI think what I need to facilitate my healing and growth is intentional touch, and what better way to jump start my slut phase than to seduce a masseur?
Read MoreRead MoreThe worse kind of loneliness is when you are with people who don’t see you.
Yesterday I ran 2 miles without stopping. That was the second time this year I got to that point. My bad knee is getting stronger and I can feel my body growing more confident. That confidence is spilling over into other areas, like an infectious smile, and it’s coloring everything around me.
Read MoreMy boss doesn’t mind if I raid his liquor cabinet. He says there’s just a few bottles that he doesn’t want opened.
Read MoreBeyond your wet panties lay bare the truths of this man. As you peel back his layers, you must remain calm. You know what you want and your path is clear.
Still River; you are not a tsunami.Read More
I was looking for durable, yet cute lingerie at a decent price. So I decided to try something different. A girl friend of mine has a subscription to Savage X Fenty and seemed quite happy with it. Plus a few sex educators I follow on Instagram were shilling it and the pieces looked pretty damn cute, so I decided to give it a try.
Read MoreIn all my years of fantasizing about my perfect poly dynamic, not once did I consider the fact that being poly also means having many more relationships that end.
In my younger years desire would call out to me. And I, a puppy greyhound, could not turn away from the pull. I would touch myself in ways that felt good instinctively. No one taught me to do it, I just stumbled upon my bliss. I remember bringing myself close to orgasm and stopping before going over the edge. Back then it seemed too powerful, too all-consuming. So edging was my jam.
Read MoreThe Bachelor franchise is one of my guilty pleasures. It’s gone done hill fast in the last few years, but there are seasons like Rachel Lindsay’s and Kaitlyn Bristowe’s that I REALLY enjoyed. What can I say? I’m a sucker for a love story.
A few months back when I was writing The Trouble with The Chase I couldn’t help thinking of this one relationship from The Bachelor because it reminded me of some toxic shit I’d experienced in the past. I’m talking about the relationship between Cassie & Colton.
Read MoreYour response to my recent post The Trouble with the Chase was overwhelming. Many of you reached out to affirm my experience and share stories of your own. I also heard from some men who were confused as to why it’s so hard for women to say no, or why we feel we need to “be nice.” Because of the amount of stories y’all sent my way I’m going share some of your responses. Posting my story gave me a massive sense of liberation. I hope this gives clarification to those who were confused and most importantly, liberation to those with similar lived experiences.
With the decade of my twenties almost behind me, I find myself reflecting on the men I’ve encountered along the way. There have been great guys, mediocre guys, and Ivan the Terrible. After each problematic man I remember thinking, “damn I wish someone warned me about guys like that…” Read More
I’ve got a new addition and it’s this amazing show called Killing Eve. I’d heard about it, but never got a clear idea of what it was.
Read MoreI’m no longer fucking ugly men. Unless you ignite a fire in my gut, a storm in my panties, the conversation is over. You’re not allowed to “grow on me.”
Read MoreThe title is so relevant to our current sentiment, but this is a TV show I found on Netflix. Produced in the UK, and adopted from a graphic novel of the same name, the show is about two teens who run off together. Girl likes boy. Boy wants to kill girl. It’s dark and twisted and quite funny at times. Read More
I’m so disillusioned with porn. Read More
I just finished You. The second season seemed to take a slow start, so I turned it off mid way through the first episode. Read More
Having attended a play party that gave me a peek into the lifestyle I’ve hungered for, yesterday I found myself wondering what’s next? Read More
My aim is to no longer dream of my own destruction, for when I do I live in fear. And to live in fear is to stand still at the bottom of a Ferris wheel during a blood moon festival. To live in fear is to stand still at a November carnival. They come and go these opportunities to move. Yet year upon year I stay planted.