/NSFW. As always I write on the fly, on the bus and rarely edit. Imagine if I did! If you do read, thank you. ** I’ve been placed here against the wall. Just between the full length mirror and the standard hotel desk. There’s enough room for me to stand and look like part of… Continue reading Mirror, Mirror

This Praise Kink was prompted by @mollysdailykiss #KinkoftheWeek. Please check out her blog at the handle for other amazing stories. I said you were my good girl. You blushed a shade of pink. I said you were so perfect in every way. You blushed a shade of bubblegum. I whispered you have a delicious brain.… Continue reading Blush

The venue is just like I thought it would be. The pub is quaint enough, retro and vintage feeling without it being too twee. Sadly, the back room the party is in is too bright for me. There are far too many lights for a room where even I can almost touch the ceiling. It’s… Continue reading Soapsuds

I come in here every weekend. Sometimes twice. I make up an excuse to go the second time. The first time I do have to run errands  as part of my routine. The second, so I can see him. It’s so pathetic having a crush on someone. Never mind someone far younger than I. Never mind… Continue reading The Shop

I have spent a lot of the last decade in a funhouse of grief. I hate funhouses. Mostly they bore me at the fair but you keep going in and out with your small child who finds the mirrored room a blast and the incessant clown music charming. I find none of that stimulating. I… Continue reading Grief Town

Once in a lifetime.  You never saw your power. You never saw your strength. You didn’t even hide it. You didn’t know it was there.  You took the crumbs that others gave you. Thanked them for their time. You were so kind in turn you knew no other way.  You didn’t see the smiles that… Continue reading Once in a Lifetime

I’m excited. I’ve been waiting all day. I didn't have work and am overprepared. I shuffle my feet now in the station, knowing it's a bit much. Maybe I’m too done. My hair is a little too done. Maybe I’m too much. I don’t know. I’m excited. I said that already. There you are. I… Continue reading Promises, Promises

I like pencils. Real old-fashioned HB pencils. Pencils that go in the crank sharpener. Pencils that grind into the perfect point. Pencils that give a crisp ‘tick’ on a piece of paper. None of this mechanical pencil stuff. A mechanical pencil is not going to hold up your hair in the middle of the day.… Continue reading On Point

CW: NSFW Frantic, fumbling, tousled, breathless with want … You press me down to the mattress and help me roll over. My panties are at my knees, my bra is only unhooked, it loosely dangling across my chest, garters, and only one stocking. My hands are bound. I should feel mortified that I’m on display… Continue reading Midday

Hand out, palm up. Put your hand in mine. You might be at the store, at the movies, at school in front of your friends, in the car, or at the movies. Almost any time and any place. Put your hand in mine. His hands were always covered in bruises and often swollen from work.… Continue reading Hold my Hand