When I originally wrote the three-part story that is now published here as The Last time and The First time, I had also written The Middle. But as I read what I wrote, I realized that it didn't do justice to the real dysfunction that went on. It reads more like sex gone wrong, than … Continue reading After “The last time”: Cookie crumbs and lies
My beauty
Reflected in his eyes: my beauty. His gaze, intense, as it softly strokes my hair, lightly kisses my lips, buries itself in the depths of my soul as it worships my breasts. I feel its caresses as it navigates my curves, explores all of me, before finding my center, craving its taste, yearning to dwell … Continue reading My beauty
On love and the day I quoted Tupac
Part II of On love and the impulsive girl I don't have a type, at least I don't think so. But taking inventory of the men who've been in my life, I'd say they were all relatively good looking, funny, and full of spirit and life. So when, after an almost three-year hiatus from dating … Continue reading On love and the day I quoted Tupac
On love and the impulsive girl…
I’m impulsive; extremely so. I am the person they target when they place those little “last minute” items by store registers. I fall for it almost every single time. I’d say that 99% of the time I embrace my impulsive nature and see it as one of my most endearing qualities. It’s what helped me … Continue reading On love and the impulsive girl…
Nothing like a little sibling rivalry
“We found you in the alley and felt so bad for you, we decided to adopt you,” was the line my siblings and I used on each other regularly as we were growing up. No one actually believed it, yet the person who was being told they had been adopted always responded, “Shut up, no … Continue reading Nothing like a little sibling rivalry
All the single ladies… (put on your big girl panties)
A few years ago whenever that song was played every woman jumped on the dance floor. It was not only a celebration of being a woman--second only to Gloria Gaynor's I Will Survive--it was more importantly a celebration of being a single woman.We are the women of today, we're strong, independent and we are just fine … Continue reading All the single ladies… (put on your big girl panties)
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