So, I’m going to take you down a bit of a rabbit hole today. This morning, I read a January 30th post from Marie Rebel titled “Less Sex, Less Drive” that began by referencing a January 3rd post from Girl on the Net titled “What If I Never Have Sex Again?” This is the quote…
So today’s post is a conglomeration of ideas harvested from Twitter, from my new, homemade deck of story elements cards, and the Wicked Wednesday prompt “Celibacy.” Because writing about celibacy wasn’t already proving to be difficult enough for me, I added on several additional layers of “hard” to push me completely over the edge. Let’s…
I am a highly sensitive creature. Maybe too sensitive sometimes. I take things personally that I shouldn’t. My skin can be thin at times…too often, actually. My senses are usually heightened. I smell…and taste…and hear…and feel deeply. In fact, recently, I wrote about the senses for The Erotic Journal Challenge… But last night, I was…
His fingers play my flesh like ivory keys, his touch unleashing tones both deep and lush. Beneath my skin it builds with intensity, spreading through muscle, vein, bone, and blood, as his palms press against my breasts and hips. His lips at my ear, a whispered command, begin a separate discordant rhythm that sets my…
Mr. D chose to pull an image out of the past this week. While I don’t specifically remember this moment, I do believe those are some amazing hand-prints that welted up rather beautifully.
