First kisses and practiced fucks, falling in love and surrendering to need. Ensnared encompasses a ...
ok, so it’s not Sunday, but I tell ya, finding a groove feels GOOD! Since diving back into my f/f/f scifi piece last Friday I’ve added 6700 words. Most of that has been at a rate of 2K a day(I didn’t write but thirty or so words yesterday). It’s been a long time since I’ve [...]
…rain is falling…. Yep…it’s a rainy, dreary day here. Just back from taking the pup for a walk and boy did I regret forgetting the umbrella! No rain when we started, but by the end of him taking his sweet time to do his business we were both more than a little damp! Next [...]
Take 1: 4:23am. Wake. Try to blink and find eyes gritty and tired and burning. Look at the window. Nothing but the glow of streetlights through the curtain. Grumble. Look at phone. Swear cause it’s 4:23am. This was my first experience of Saturday. Generally I don’t care when I wake up. But waking [...]
I love this, don’t you? Where has the time gone? I went to note something on my calendar today and just had to blink for a moment. We’re half way(and change) through February! Who’s been snacking on the days? Did they disappear in the wash with all the missing socks? (It’s amazing, by the way…I [...]
Once upon a weekend a muse glimpsed something entirely random. And suddenly there was a story there to be told and the artist is hied along on said muse’s heels chasing inspiration. I know, it’s been quite some time since I’ve posted a challenge. And I’m posting this on a Sunday, which probably doesn’t [...]
remember these? The little 100 words of heat, the flashes of fuckery, the peeks into filthy minds? This one is for the word #Draw…look for others on Twitter for more. I take care as I prowl, seeking to draw you out. You’re the predator and will not tolerate being hunted. I wander into the circle [...]
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