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Naked Bodies

The blindfold adds an element I never knew it could. But I know without sight or sound, the thought of me turns him on. His naked body calls to me with his dick standing at attention. I can feel his lips against my skin even being miles apart. Let the fantasy begin.

Punish Me

There’s a light at the end of this tunnel.

I run towards it inching closer and closer


I am sent back to the beginning


I welcome it. Punish me until I can’t take it any longer.

This isn’t supposed to be enjoyable but there is nothing I crave more.

It excites me and leaves me failing over and over again just to get a taste.

Punish me.

My saving grace.


I’ll get back to the sex soon enough but for now, you must go without. Call it a sexcation if you will. Not because I do not want to sex but just that time does not allow. My dreams are calling.

Full Speed Ahead!

I love how when I sit down to write, I’m so tired and my brain just feels like mush. I sigh as my fingers hover above the keyboard, looking to start. I focus and let my fingers start hitting the keys and it ‘s like a wave. I start to type faster and faster as the story finds me. I’m invigorated! It’s my like my own personal drug to have this give me life more than any pill can. My characters call to me and I have to tell their story right. There is no other option. I must finish what I have started. Finally, I am on my way.

Oh No! I’m Falling!

I’ve fallen completely behind with NaNoWriMo but I am determined to catch up. Catching up consists of writing about 15,000 words this weekend. I think it’s doable. I would prefer to not do that but I decided to be social and have fallen off the wagon. Hard. I need writing motivation people! The fatigue is setting in and I’m not sure I can get past it. Not to mention I’m being hormonal and emotional which is getting in the way of my being productive because I just get angry instead of being rational. Blah! Anywho, here is to getting back in track with the writing on my blog and working on the novel everyday. Until next time.

Coffee Shop Dream

As I sit here writing this, I am looking out of an open door, listening to the roll of thunder and watching the flash of light streak across the sky. Tires splash on wet pavement and the breeze tickles my legs as I savor this cup of joe.

Pale Skin

As I lay beside him, my mind began to wonder. He was my first but I just had to know if it would be different this time around. He kisses me ever so softly and I welcome the change in sexual pace. He is not like the others, far from it. He takes his time and thrust ever so slow and as good as he was I just couldn’t do one thing: get over his pale skin.

NaNoWriMo in the House!!

NaNoWriMo is finally upon us and it is getting real already. Day 3 in and I am already behind but I’m on my way to catching up. I’m also doing a blog post a day. Not really worried about the word count with that but this novel I’ve been talking about forever and it is about time I hunkered down to get’er done! I hope that those of you that are doing the challenge, comment and encourage me. I could surely use it and I will gladly do the same. Get to writing!

Fuck. I grew a conscience. At least, I tried.

If I choose anything, I choose happiness. I used to take sex and cash it, but, that just left me feeling empty and used. “Are you growing a conscience?” he asked. Laying in this bed we have made, well I have made, telling this stranger I choose happy. But Sex is my therapy. Happiness can only elude me but I choose it. I want it. I want it. My body won’t allow it. I can’t have nice things. It only wants dirty and who am I to deny my body of what it wants.

Fuck Me. Pay Me.

Prostitution runs through my veins, she told herself. The vice of choice for those before her. It made the decision easier with each passing day. “I get fucked on a regular basis. I might as well get paid for it.” 

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