I walk into the bar, paying special attention to the clickclickclick of my heels on the slick marble floor, because while these heels and this dress make me look and feel amazing, they will not have the same affect if they are sprawled out on the floor where I've slipped and fallen. I stop and look around, nervously … Continue reading Moonlight Becomes You
It feels like there's an invisible cord linking us. Each minute that slides by cranks the tension a bit tighter, pulling me toward him or him toward me, or both. I can't tell which anymore. But the distance between us, the minutes he spends not touching me feel like agony. I'm talking myself down off this … Continue reading Hunger
(day 27 of #30 in 30)We’re standing on the curb waiting for the valet to pull my car around. He’s behind me, his arms laced loosely around my neck and shoulders, his chin resting on top of my curls, his entire front pressed against my entire back. We don’t find ourselves particularly in need of … Continue reading Talk that Talk
(Day 3 of 30 in 30)I know it’s not popular, and I’m not supposed to say it. ‘Cuz I’m a woman. ‘Cuz it’s shallow. And… some other reasons y’all have that I don’t entirely understand.But in all the lofty, lovely qualities everyone lists that they desire in a partner, why does nobody ever mention they want … Continue reading Doing it Well
“Can I ask you a question?” my mom asks me quietly, as I am driving us back home one night from dinner.Here’s the thing; I don’t mind this question. Sure, it sets my teeth on edge, but I prefer this over other set ups for life altering conversations. (See: “We need to talk.” And also, … Continue reading The One Where my Mom and I Talk About Vibrators
There is something hanging over my eyes, long and spindly. Before I can realize it is my own eyelashes, I have reached up and slapped myself in the face.That shit is gonna leave a mark.My eyes are open now, I think, but I am not sure because the room is completely black. I lay there a … Continue reading The Love Below
I love Peter Parker's place because it is immaculate. And I don't mean that kinda immaculate that denotes him having something to hide. I mean that kinda clean that is lived and comfortable with just a slight bit of anal.You know, like mine.And it always smells good. Like the cologne he wears and the soap … Continue reading Losing my Head
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't distracted.I mean, I'm doing work, sure, but only in the interim between the silent chimes of my phone. As I'm typing at my computer, I'm accutely aware of its prescence at the corner of my desk. After a moment, I see the colored ball dance a rainbow … Continue reading Torture.
Shamelessly stolen from X. Much like her disclaimer stated, if you're not interested in the detaiils of my sex life, skip this post. But if you are (and you wanna play too)...Copy this entire list to your blog. BOLD everything that is true about you. Leave plain anything that is not true about you. Put … Continue reading Yoink!
I toss my hair back over my shoulders once more and paint my lips with gloss in the mirror."Aye shawty, keep throwing that head back all hard, see if you don’t snap your neck." I laugh off his comment, and I notice my giggle sounds high pitched and tight. I'm nervous.I am not sure exactly … Continue reading The Magic City