A little more about me.
Dance with me. Quietly wrap your arm around my waist to a a song on the radio. Bring me close in our kitchen and hum the tune close to my ear. Hold me close and sway our bodies in time with the beautiful song. Be able to lose yourself in the rhythm and tempo. Lose … Continue reading Notes to my future love…
I watched an episode of RuPauls Drag Race Series 10 and they had to represent their negative voice as a character and provide a script. It has stayed with me. It's made me think about my own internal critic, what it would look like, sound like. Its an intriguing idea. My inner critic is strong, … Continue reading She said…
I haven't had sex for a couple of months now and I find myself thinking about it frequently. I relive past experiences in as much detail as I cam recall and then adapt and change the scenarios to see how I feel. I've been fucked a lot but in the last few years I've realised … Continue reading The sex I’ve had but what’s the sex I want?
I miss talking to someone everyday. I miss having a person to talk the mundane with, to do the mundane with. Being quiet together, kind with each other. I miss the warmth of another body near mine. I'm struggling to sleep. To not drink too much each night. To not stay up too late. I'm … Continue reading Lonely
So C and I are no longer together. I asked for a pause and we chose to be friends who date. But we didn't date and as much as I tried to see him, chat, Skype even, he never took that step towards me. I want to be a choice, not a convenience. After realising … Continue reading And another one ends.
Don't worry, this is no story of abuse physical or otherwise. I may have mentioned before but I am a recovering self harmer. I say recovering because I feel it will always be part of who am I regardless of how long it's been since I was last active. I am also someone with anxiety, … Continue reading I thought he was a safe place
I lie quietly on my stomach. Comfortable. Relaxed. Warm. Waiting. Naked. You run your hands up the back of my legs, massaging the warm oil into my skin. Your hands move steadily with firm pressure into my muscles, up the back of my calves, my thighs. You move over me, sitting ontop of my thighs … Continue reading Slippery tease
I've been dating someone since early January. He has beautiful clear blue eyes. A wonderful smile that lights up his face. Strong hands. He's slim and taller than me but not over 6 foot (I'm not good at judging height). We have much in common. Similar moral out looks. We like spending time together, cooking, … Continue reading Relationship or not to relationship
It's be a long week of long days and I seem to have lost myself along the way. Both now home, I've showered and thrown on my clean comfort clothes but I can't settle into our evening. I've retreated into silence and restlessness. I should be finding the spot in your arms but I curl … Continue reading Kitchen
It's my turn now. We stand at the end of the bed, already naked and kissing. Soft kisses, deep kisses, tongues and nips of teeth, hints of smiles and sighs. My hands rest on your shoulders and I move you down to sitting on the edge of the bed. Your hands stroke my thighs and … Continue reading My turn