The hardest part about being strong is the pressure put onto you, to continue doing so. It's as if being strong means that you're ONLY just that - strong. And to ever be vulnerable would make you permanently weak. It's as if strong things can't break, or get damaged. "Strong" people only seem that way … Continue reading The Irony of Being “Strong”
"You have to look at the way she was dressed. She was wearing a thong with a lace front." Dear Elizabeth O'Connell, It's clear that the moment you said this, you forgot your own gender, your whole sisterhood behind you, and you perhaps thought of the money that winning this trial would get you. The … Continue reading To Elizabeth O’Connell and the jury.
I really want to touch you. I really want to touch you and make you make sounds. Beautiful sounds for all to enjoy. I want to trigger the hammer that plays your strings, and gently...or forcefully place my fingers on your light, and dark, hard skin. I want to play you in ways that will … Continue reading Empty Skin
She was wearing a lacy push-up bra, a matching black thong, and bright red stilettos. She stood front of her computer screen, as the anonymous voice stared on and drooled, he looked like a dog desperate for a treat, waiting for his owner to drop it into his mouth. Each breath he took intensified … Continue reading Indecent Encounters
Episode 5 – The Finale I woke up with the weirdest feeling that day, knowing that I would be going home again in a few hours. I mean, I called it ‘home’, but I didn’t really like it. I’ve never liked it. It’s always been a country that I had the misfortune to be … Continue reading Episode 5: The Finale
Episode 4 That night, we lay together once more, but this time, we didn’t just sleep. We cuddled on the sofa, watching a sombre episode of a television program together. I still craved kissing him; it had been a while since we kissed. We had last kissed unexpectedly, while intoxicated – after breaking up, it … Continue reading Episodes of Abandonment – Episode 4
I’m a bug. I’m a pretty big bug. I crawl around and go around, and then I come back to my hole. I sleep in my hole and forget to get back out sometimes. Or well, I don’t forget to get out of my hole. I just forget that outside of my hole is sunshine. … Continue reading The Bug