She rings the doorbell, her stomach in knots, a throbbing between her legs. He opens it and welcomes her in. “Right on time” he says with a smile. “I was just getting things ready, dinner should be ready around six”. She puts her coat down, follows him to the kitchen, he leans in for a…
It started in her toes then spread throughout, a spark ignited, a wildfire consuming her soul. His lips the match, her body gasoline, every moment she had with him, he consumed her body, set her ablaze with a touch. His damaged soul, tattered like her own, encircled hers, and together they filled their wounds, sealing…
Trina couldn’t sleep. It happened like this sometimes. Insomnia reared it’s ugly head, a Medusa come to life. He had gone to sleep hours ago, used to her nocturnal wandering throughout their cozy home. “Perils of dating a writer”, she often joked and he would simply nod his head. She wrote for a few hours,…
I walk onto the dance floor, the music flooding my ears. The sound of drums and trumpets mingle together, harmonizing in a tribal beat that calls to me from a far away place. I close my eyes and stretch out my arms, allow the rhythm to invade my senses and take over my body. The…
Samantha was excited. She and her boyfriend were about to embark on something new. He was on his way to get her and she had to admit, the butterflies had already begun. She wore her prettiest summer dress, a bright yellow, chiffon number with braided sleeves, her long red hair secured in a loose bun…
Confessions whispered in the dark. Your body next to mine. From my lips you hear my heart. The words inked into your skin. My fingers trace your body, your face, a blind woman reading braille. All I’ve been to become who I am, wondering, who I am yet to be. Uncertain what the future holds,…
She took a look around her, knew she needed to change. She was tired of being tired. Tired of being afraid. She put one foot into the flame, then the next, allowing who she was to burn away. She refused to stay meek. She chose to be bold. She refused to be invisible. She chose…
Have you ever had a weekend where you come home and count the fingerprints that left marks in your skin? It’s like erotic connect the dot where every trace of your finger is a road map where his have been. You close your eyes and can still feel him on you and inside you. You…
She reached for his hand, and tipped her head back, closing her eyes as she settled into the soft leather seat. Her eyes closed and she took a deep breath, his cologne filling her nose and music enveloping her ears. The tires hugged the pavement as they traveled in the cool fall night, and she…
Confessions of the Girl Next Door 