One night: Chapter two

I was shaking. I was shivering and I was scared. I sat in my flat as I saw the clock tick, my palms getting sweaty my throat beating at my throat and my mind calculating the many reasons why I should probably start seeing a therapist or something because clearly, I am out of my... Continue Reading →


the cigarette

For the cigarette, I watched you pull a box from your jeans, Snap it open and pull one out not so eagerly and yet not so gentle For the cigarette I watched you light it up, your lips grasping tight at it, your big hands lighting it up with a gold etched lighter, Cause of... Continue Reading →

Do I really love you that much?

The bed and my chest should be inseparable, my fingers should grasp harder onto the sheets with each plough, My ass high and presented to you like a birthday cake, glazed by exotic oils reflecting your fire upon my golden skin, let your fingers dig into my skin as you drive me upon your vine,... Continue Reading →

mírame – look at me

look at me, look at me with utter adulation, look at me with love, see something deeper, something i cant see but that only you can see and that only you can identify as a rarity It’s desperate, it’s sad, it’s pathetic, I just need you to look at me. Look at me please and... Continue Reading →

My seductress

I will tell you a story about the first time I ever masturbated. I wasn't too young in my opinion, I was actually 15 and getting into my 16th year. I was being bullied at school, I was writing the story and I was battling emotional eating and many more problems in my life. I... Continue Reading →

this One Man

There is a recurring series of pictures in my head. A vision I could say or something more transcendent than just a just a vision. Because I feel it. Not really feel it but I yearn for its reality. It's been haunting me for days, coming in different ways. One minute it's a dance against... Continue Reading →

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