• Experience

    Where we belong

    He was gone for over a week, not knowing exactly when he’d be back, unable to talk much on the phone as his sleep schedule was off and the work he was doing was “hush, hush.” So when the text came in at 12:58 – “I am home now.” I felt the heat in my belly that is true happiness. Then at 3:19 – “I need you to come home so I can fuck you.” And heat changed. Rather than travelling upward and into my chest, expanding my whole essence, it worked its way quickly downward, and I felt instantly wet. Even though I hadn’t heard him say the words,…

  • Fiction

    Your Biggest Fan

    I originally intended this piece for something else. But it bled out of control and became too big to contain and bend to the requirements. So I decided to use it for Wicked Wednesday instead. And I also decided to share a bit of my writing process. Beneath the final draft, I have posted the prior drafts, along with the questions and revision ideas that came to mind as I crafted this story. Sometimes, I think people who read these  short stories don’t realize just how difficult and time-consuming writing can be…how painstakingly some of us craft each and every word or phrase and how many drafts we create before…

  • Fiction

    The Wife Coach, part 5 “Yes, Sir”

    The Wife Coach, part 1 “The Ad” The Wife Coach, part 2 “The Reply” The Wife Coach, part 3 “Coffee” The Wife Coach, part 4 “Red Sky” The Wife Coach, part 5 “Yes, Sir” Jaime opened the box as the UPS truck backed out of her driveway. Spreading the tissue, she uncovered the black body stocking she’d ordered. After hours of searching, it was the one piece that had called to her. She’d never worn anything like it before. Not only was it beautiful, it was sexy in a way she’d never tried to be. It would surely make the statement that Everett had urged her to make. She could…

  • Photography,  Poetry

    Black Lace

    When he’s away, my world becomes quiet. Like going underwater, at first it seems pleasant — my senses pare down to only the essentials, sight and touch. But as I sink into it, the weight of his absence bears down on my chest, and my surroundings grow dark. I feel tendrils of panic welling up from the depths, and the missing becomes fierce and unruly. Times like these are when I know he holds more power than I admit, even to myself. I claw for the surface, when I know I should just let go, conserving my energy, relaxing into the unknown, suspended in the black. The water, like lace,…

  • Brigit's Favorite Things

    Top 3 of the Week

    I’m not sure what I was feeling as I selected my top 3 this week. My emotions in the rainy, weird spring weather were a jumble. Maybe that is why I was drawn to Kayla Lord’s: “A Not-a-Love Letter to My Anxiety” This post spoke to my very soul! As a fellow “anxious,” I totally relate. The self-doubt, the worry, the overwhelm, the tears. The struggle is real, my friends. And it isn’t pretty. But the more we write about it, the more healing we can spread. Story is my antidote to giving up. “Trials, Tribulations, and (Un)Wanted Distractions” Morag gets at another struggle that is real – sex writing in…

  • Experience

    Chatting, Cheating, and Catharsis

    The other night, I sat on the couch watching TV next to my husband. A person (who shall not be named) invited me to chat on Twitter. I succumbed. I wasn’t terribly invested, but he drew me in because we had earlier connected on the concept that marriage can be difficult, especially when one partner’s libido is much stronger than the other’s. I was also intoxicated…so there’s that. Anyhow, as we were new to chatting with each other, there was some friendly “getting to know you” banter that occurred, and then it became sexual. The exact contents of conversation are not all that important, but what is important is that once…

  • Fiction

    The Wife Coach, part 4 “Red Sky”

    The Wife Coach, part 1 “The Ad” The Wife Coach, part 2 “The Reply” The Wife Coach, part 3 “Coffee” The Wife Coach, part 4 “Red Sky” Dear Jaime, Coffee sounds excellent. I would love to meet you and get a better sense of what you are looking for in a “coach.” There’s a quiet cafe I like to visit on the corner of 8th and Jackson…if it is to your liking. When would be best? Everett Dear Everett, How about Thursday afternoon? I can get off work a bit early, and I’ll already be near that address. 4 o’clock? Jaime That will be fine. I look forward to meeting…

  • Experience,  Photography

    Shadows & Shyness

    I am usually not one for being naked in the light. It might surprise you to know that I’m rather self-conscious about showing myself to others (both physically an emotionally). The anonymity provided by the internet allows me to come out of the shadows and expose myself and my mind to the world. It is freeing…and oh so necessary to my emotional well-being, just as much as solitude can be. This is my quiet way of screaming to the world – I need to be heard, but I don’t want to intrude; here I am, on the floor before you, whispering my truths and baring my soul. I write, because…

  • Brigit's Favorite Things

    Top 3 of the Week

    My favorite words: TeachersHaveSex is a great little blog. She’s a sexy, little minx – and a great writer, to boot. Namely, it’s her command of the language and her artfully chosen words that get me all twitterpated. This post is a good example: Washing Station I love when a blog post makes me reconsider everything. This one by Mrs. Fever at Temperature’s Rising is a great example. What’s my purpose? What’s my focus? I sort of walked away wanted to start all over and have some better sense of why I write and what I’m trying to accomplish. Great advice…for beginners and old pros, alike. So You Want to…

  • Experience

    Almost…but not quite

    As I straddled him, having just unleashed a wet torrent of release on his balls, I sighed and let my head loll forward, my hair in my face and my vaginal walls still pulsing and contracting around his hard cock. “You need to let go like that more often,” he growled softly. Quietly, resigned, I replied, “I know,” and closed my eyes to avoid owning up to the admission. It’s been a long time since we fucked like that, though I’ll happily admit that we’ve been slowly working our way back up to this. We had sex 4 times in January, and I didn’t initiate once. In February, we had…

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